"Faatherrr," a childish voice exclaims. There's a view of expensive burgundy brocade then tilting up to see a scholarly face.
"Not now, Ffamran." A large hand descending, ruffling short hair.
"But--"
"I'll take you to the theatre, next week, if you behave for the rest of this one." A hand dips into a pocket, producing a tiny model of an airship,
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...Pardon me?
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These things are... sharing things. [Way to be eloquent, Asellus. Good job.] Like dreams, or... memories, it seems? It was... not a terrible memory. [Well, from her vantage point, anyway.]
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You... you saw it?
[Cue facepalm and a muffled groan. Great, there went his reputation.]
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[Is that boy you?]
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A model of an airship. One of the latter first generation fortresses, if I remember correctly.
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To take it apart and reassemble it? Do you know?
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Hardly able to forget if I wanted to.
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That doesn't quite suffice...
Was he able to do it? Or did he fail?
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