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[wythersake]

My ears are a bit flat for that.

[sulahnan]

Could just ask 'em a question n' leave.

[wythersake]

If I get there first, I'll ask for you. How does that sound?

[sulahnan]

Not for me, for you. How else would you get out?

[wythersake]

Of course. How silly of me.

[sulahnan]

S'ok.

[ She drifts, but only briefly. ]

Whaddya want to be at the end?

[wythersake]

I don't know. I suppose I'd prefer that it didn't.

[sulahnan]

Didn't end? Or didn't be?

[wythersake]

Oh, end, of course - if we're talking being, however, I've no greater notion. Perhaps a flamingo. Have you seen a flamingo?

[sulahnan]

What're those?

[wythersake]

Enormous birds - something like an stork, but vivid pink.

[sulahnan]

[ She can remember what pink looks like, from dreams and the Fade and the Crossroads. ]

They sound fancy. Are you secretly fancy, Isaac?

[wythersake]

An Orlesian? Fancy?

[sulahnan]

[ oh good point. she laughs like a sleepy drugged-up doofus ]

[wythersake]

Shut your eyes Athessa.

[sulahnan]

They are shut, Flingo.

[wythersake]

'Flingo?'

[sulahnan]

Big bird.

[wythersake]

Mm-hm. Are you tired?

[sulahnan]

[ breath slowing, preparing for sleep. ]

Mmhmm, bh hm mnnh.

[wythersake]

[ he recalls the tune, if not most of the words — elgara, da'len —

just breathe, just skip the bits between. ]

[sulahnan]

[ she drifts off to the sound, which she sadly won't even remember later ]