He continues in an adamant tone, like they ought to know...
"The Void. Beyond the Veil, the long, dark sleep of the gods - you may call it whatever thing you please!"
...But maybe they don't.
He relents a little. And paints, quickly - in glimmering reams of blue, directly against the cliff face: little figures, people, arms raised.
"Before the first prayer --"
A light above them, like the sun.
Then a vertical line, to separate all this from whatever sits beyond it. Another light. Dimmer. The ripple of Gesture lines slowly settles the spiky glow-outline into something much duller, until it's a meaningless circle.
"--and after the last."
The Gesture resembles something little more delicate than cave paintings, but he is in an exasperated hurry. Apparently he is capable of a touch finer detail than they're used to.
It fades the same as ever, a little while after he finishes.
He waits, looking for any sign of recognition or understanding from Monzun. Surely?
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"What else?"
He continues in an adamant tone, like they ought to know...
"The Void. Beyond the Veil, the long, dark sleep of the gods - you may call it whatever thing you please!"
...But maybe they don't.
He relents a little. And paints, quickly - in glimmering reams of blue, directly against the cliff face: little figures, people, arms raised.
"Before the first prayer --"
A light above them, like the sun.
Then a vertical line, to separate all this from whatever sits beyond it. Another light. Dimmer. The ripple of Gesture lines slowly settles the spiky glow-outline into something much duller, until it's a meaningless circle.
"--and after the last."
The Gesture resembles something little more delicate than cave paintings, but he is in an exasperated hurry. Apparently he is capable of a touch finer detail than they're used to.
It fades the same as ever, a little while after he finishes.
He waits, looking for any sign of recognition or understanding from Monzun. Surely?