[ Dion's hand twitches. He fends off the impulse to touch his right forearm, but his line of sight drops to it, betraying something of his thoughts on the matter. Clothed as it is, he knows what lies there.
Perhaps it's owed to his discretion, but in two moons' time, he has observed no change.
He frowns at his own uncertainty and meets Ifrit's gaze anew. ]
How strange, to think our world may be alone in that.
[ He's grateful if others are spared the curse, of course, but he never would have conceived of it. The universe must truly be diverse. ]
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Perhaps it's owed to his discretion, but in two moons' time, he has observed no change.
He frowns at his own uncertainty and meets Ifrit's gaze anew. ]
How strange, to think our world may be alone in that.
[ He's grateful if others are spared the curse, of course, but he never would have conceived of it. The universe must truly be diverse. ]