From 13e393cd79bc371ef1ad49ef81364bb73481744d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2024 10:50:58 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] Warmth updates --- content/prelim/005.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/prelim/005.md b/content/prelim/005.md index a0e7daf..b9616d5 100644 --- a/content/prelim/005.md +++ b/content/prelim/005.md @@ -474,7 +474,7 @@ They suffered too much. They were, and then they were not. I must explain and I must remind to set before you the context of what The Oneirotect said next. -My beloved up-tree's tears did not ebb before ey spoke. No, in fact, they flowed and flowed, a cascade of emotion trickling and then creeping and then washing across its face. I have spoken about the way I cry already, and, well, surely they got it from somewhere, yes? "There has been enough of death in the clade, my dear," it plead, wiping its eyes to no avail. Fur remained wet. Nose remained clogged. Voice remained round. Ey pulled eir paws away from eir face, looking appalled at the strands of spit and snot and salty tears. "Please tell me that you do not intend to quit," it croaked through another sob. "You will not leave us, right? Please say yes." +My beloved up-tree's tears did not ebb before ey spoke. No, in fact, they flowed and flowed, a cascade of emotion trickling and then creeping and then washing across its face. I have spoken about the way I cry already, and, well, surely they got it from somewhere, yes? "There has been enough of death in the clade, my dear," it plead, wiping its eyes to no avail. Fur remained wet. Nose remained clogged. Voice remained round. Ey pulled eir paws away from eir face, looking appalled at the strands of spit and snot and salty tears. "You do not intend to quit, do you?" it croaked through another sob, voice small. "You will be with us for a good while yet, right? Please say yes." The Woman smiled, and this smile was not a blessing but a benediction, and it was not for me but for solely The Oneirotect. It was my job only to witness this smile, this validation of pain. "No, dear one. I do not intend to quit." She let these words hang there in the air before us, a monument to such an intent. "No, I am seeking not just meaning but purpose. I have explored meaningful things and pleasurable things, but now I wish to explore direction."