Edits for v2

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Madison Scott-Clary
2022-09-07 20:02:36 -07:00
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@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Ey nodded.
"And others don't?"
Dear shrugged. *"I am perhaps in a minority, on this subject. I think that there is a story, and there are a few others who see it my way. Most of my branch does. But much of the clade is concerned only about the Name."*
Dear shrugged. *"I am perhaps in a minority, on this subject. I think that there is a story, and there are a few others who see it my way. Most of my stanza does. But much of the clade is concerned only about the Name."*
Stepping over to the next picture, Ioan formulated their response, but was preempted by the fox.
@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ Stepping over to the next picture, Ioan formulated their response, but was preem
"Are they the story?" Ioan frowned, backtracked. "You think there's a reason you're being led down the path. The puzzles are part of the story, but they are, as you put it, the answer to the question that necessitated their creation."
Ears perked, grin returned. *"Yes. Puzzles are puzzles and sometimes worth solving in their own right. I want to know **why**, though. Why say the Name, yes, but why build up tension like this?"*
Ears perked, grin returned. *"Yes. Puzzles are puzzles and sometimes worth solving in their own right. I want to know* why, *though. Why say the Name, yes, but why build up tension like this?"*
The painting: a landscape, perhaps the prairie just outside. A cloud-dotted sky, nigh photorealistic. And in the middle, a black square.
@ -84,4 +84,4 @@ That grin widened, and was joined by a swish of a tail. *"Precisely that. There
Ioan nodded.
Dear's grin had faded to some expression more thoughtful. Thankfully, not as glum. When it spoke, its voice came from some place remote. From some emotion happening elsewhere, to someone else. *"Artists, yes, but increasingly few storytellers."*
Dear's grin had faded to some expression more thoughtful. Thankfully, not as glum. When it spoke, its voice came from some place remote, from some emotion happening elsewhere, to someone else. *"Artists, yes, but increasingly few storytellers."*