While Noah was looking at the changes of THE Creature…
You're going to ignore me again?|
Calliope's voice slid back into his Provenance, and Noah's gaze split its attention without effort, half of it on the friend below and half on the writer across the Cluster!
"You say odd things," Noah said, "that do not fit the context of the terrifying things happening right now."
|I say what I say when I want to say it, regardless of the situation.| The words came easily, her pen still dancing across the page as she held back the infinite sea with the other hand.
|I am a Writer of existence. A Writer of Mythos. I know a great many niche facts about existence and I always, always want to learn more. The lifeforms called pigs and their strange little behaviors were new to me, and new things are the only things I love anymore.|
Then, coyly, she proceed to say...
