Lemm begins taking notes on that one, but it quickly becomes apparent that he's going to have to pay his full attention here if he wants to understand. There's a lot to process. He switches to an even more condensed shorthand and stops looking at what he's writing.
"Kingsoul," he says distantly. His pen spits out a vaguely tree-like diagram. "Void united - yes," Lemm reaches his hand over to their page and mimes striking-out a couple of the Knight's question marks, though he doesn't make contact with the page, "With what you're describing I'm willing to commit to that. The Arcane Egg refers to the - to y- to the Void as a collective noun we don't quite have in modern dialects-"
His pen is threatening to drip ink onto their page; he retreats his hand in time for the droplet to land on his instead. He spends a second watching the blot sink into the paper and brushes the quill thoughtfully against the side of his face.
"The Pale King had it backwards. I'm seeing the irony, now. Or the arrogance maybe. In any case, if all these accomplishments are true, you'd have to be..." Staring at that ink dot. "Ah."
Lemm looks up and studies their familiar little mask, suddenly quiet. It's not quite eye contact, he's just - looking them over.
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Date: 2022-11-15 01:29 pm (UTC)"Kingsoul," he says distantly. His pen spits out a vaguely tree-like diagram. "Void united - yes," Lemm reaches his hand over to their page and mimes striking-out a couple of the Knight's question marks, though he doesn't make contact with the page, "With what you're describing I'm willing to commit to that. The Arcane Egg refers to the - to y- to the Void as a collective noun we don't quite have in modern dialects-"
His pen is threatening to drip ink onto their page; he retreats his hand in time for the droplet to land on his instead. He spends a second watching the blot sink into the paper and brushes the quill thoughtfully against the side of his face.
"The Pale King had it backwards. I'm seeing the irony, now. Or the arrogance maybe. In any case, if all these accomplishments are true, you'd have to be..." Staring at that ink dot. "Ah."
Lemm looks up and studies their familiar little mask, suddenly quiet. It's not quite eye contact, he's just - looking them over.