- only the tiniest flicker of it, before it is promptly vanished. Grimm looks away, schooled and neutral. They have the right idea. For their context. He can't tell them everything.
The image hits him. He is no longer comfortably sprawled in the warm water, but sitting upright, poised and arranged with the appropriate showiness of the Troupe Master.
"Such a fanciful imagination you have!" he responds, and sounds amused. Nothing is being projected. "To cast me in such a role... Who is the grand director of performance after all? I must commend you on your creativity."
A mild bow from where he's sitting, mostly aimed at the Sibling and for their amusement. The Lord of Shades is receiving nothing but words. His thoughts on this are kept private.
After a pause, like reminding someone of a piece of trivia: "Surely you know by now where the Ritual will lead us."
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- only the tiniest flicker of it, before it is promptly vanished. Grimm looks away, schooled and neutral. They have the right idea. For their context. He can't tell them everything.
The image hits him. He is no longer comfortably sprawled in the warm water, but sitting upright, poised and arranged with the appropriate showiness of the Troupe Master.
"Such a fanciful imagination you have!" he responds, and sounds amused. Nothing is being projected. "To cast me in such a role... Who is the grand director of performance after all? I must commend you on your creativity."
A mild bow from where he's sitting, mostly aimed at the Sibling and for their amusement. The Lord of Shades is receiving nothing but words. His thoughts on this are kept private.
After a pause, like reminding someone of a piece of trivia: "Surely you know by now where the Ritual will lead us."