"The tricksters -- yes, I know the type." She laughs. "The ones who bring the light, I know as well. More far-off, strange, and perilous are they. More oft than not, they scorch the earth they touch."
She cocks her head, gazing into the middle distance. "So are those lands made dry as fire's ash. From such a place as this, you say you hail?"
She knows that in scheme of things, she's just one pooka after all.
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Since she's perched, Tiwa gives a nod that would be a bow if she was on the ground.
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"Think I would remember your face if we'd met before."
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She puts down her wine and peers at Tiwa.
"And you're not of the isle. That I know."
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In return, Tiwa gives her a small headtilt.
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Looking at Tiwa: "Where in the oceans lies your home?"
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"Such as?"
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She cocks her head, gazing into the middle distance. "So are those lands made dry as fire's ash. From such a place as this, you say you hail?"
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"Earthquakes?"
Earthquakes are fun.
"Do you make them?"
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