[ the two questions are answered. the third, not up to kaveh's satisfaction, but he lays it to rest. there is much he remembers of times past that he recalls in the same matter one would a dream: a creation of one's mind that is not, ultimately, real. kaveh fails to recognize it as such, fails to own up to the way his body had moved, the words that had come out of his mouth, with his voice, with his intonation.
the regent's name had been an exception. it had been a surprise then, and it remains an unanswered, unraveled enigma. but kaveh, who knows how to think, who has no peer to match his wits, delves in assumptions. the current one goes as such: that the regent and the crown prince do not hold an amicable relationship, that azar may seek to probe at the first sign of weakness alhaitham may show.
this, kaveh understands. that it is easier to protect oneself, to measure every word, to watch every gesture. it is far harder to expect someone else to hold themselves in the same regard.
the unwavering, trishiraite of his eyes stare. they dress in the manner of a prey whose instincts call for analysis: whether another is to be trusted, whether it will lead into a crash for territory. it wields protectiveness.
kaveh allows them to fall, as blood is wont to do. ]
I'm not entirely familiar with the way it's made. I've heard Rukkhashava mushrooms are cultivated in Mawtiyima Forest for the sole purpose of making suppressants. [ the slices of fish are thin, and they break easily on his tongue. kaveh ponders on the weight of his words, how they measure. he recalls his dream — the one that has happened —, his dream — the one that does justice to the word itself —, and elham's words.
he breathes in, then out, and sets his plate down. ] Tighnari of Avidya Forest is the herbalist who came up with the one we use in Lokapala. It not only blocked out hormones and pheromones, but it prevented pregnancy as well. It was unique for that alone.
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the regent's name had been an exception. it had been a surprise then, and it remains an unanswered, unraveled enigma. but kaveh, who knows how to think, who has no peer to match his wits, delves in assumptions. the current one goes as such: that the regent and the crown prince do not hold an amicable relationship, that azar may seek to probe at the first sign of weakness alhaitham may show.
this, kaveh understands. that it is easier to protect oneself, to measure every word, to watch every gesture. it is far harder to expect someone else to hold themselves in the same regard.
the unwavering, trishiraite of his eyes stare. they dress in the manner of a prey whose instincts call for analysis: whether another is to be trusted, whether it will lead into a crash for territory. it wields protectiveness.
kaveh allows them to fall, as blood is wont to do. ]
I'm not entirely familiar with the way it's made. I've heard Rukkhashava mushrooms are cultivated in Mawtiyima Forest for the sole purpose of making suppressants. [ the slices of fish are thin, and they break easily on his tongue. kaveh ponders on the weight of his words, how they measure. he recalls his dream — the one that has happened —, his dream — the one that does justice to the word itself —, and elham's words.
he breathes in, then out, and sets his plate down. ] Tighnari of Avidya Forest is the herbalist who came up with the one we use in Lokapala. It not only blocked out hormones and pheromones, but it prevented pregnancy as well. It was unique for that alone.