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>Lines... distortion... sensitive?
I've no idea what 'Lines' he could be talking about, Ley Lines perhaps? Mmm, think Sirius would have noticed and taken him aside if he'd had the gift.
Not to say I didn't do a certain amount of pressuring on my part, but he confessed my early architectural designs revealed "An undeshtaning af a prufound myshticle qualty, lika, like that shorta place that hums, but wiff silence," suspect now I may have plied him with a 'few' more drinks than strictly necessary beforehand.
>Working' yourself to exhaustion last night didn't do anyone any good.
Oh and on the contrary, I believe my prototypical 'Aether-Circuit Testing Rig' appears quite up to the task of computing an improved and portable 'thundertrap'. I just need a nice, secluded, structurally sound, preferably non-flammable site, and I'm set. Perhaps the gardens or quar-
"-re okay, right August?"
"Hmwhat? Oh yeah, yes it’s okay."
"...So... why does it talk?"
Saints, this is going to be another 'yer a dragon' things all over again, isn't it?
"Complicated, but I'd rather like to think everyone listens to their heart on occasion. Mine is just, louder than most, and possibly polyglottal."
I can't be sure if this answer satisfies him, but after looking thoughtful for a moment he decides to change tack.
"So do you want to go shooting, with Sir Weldendon and that Perroquette guy?"
I can't say I'm fond of shooting, it's loud, and I never practice enough to be much good at it. Would prefer to slink away and find a nice quiet place to complete this design, perhaps test out the wand some more. Although, this may be a sort of gesture, he ‘did’ apologize last night after all?
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