“No shit, and I’m the Black Divine,” Astrid quips back. The griffon keeper is—
There’s just blank space when she tries to dredge up the name and she misses her step a little while walking, almost tripping on the cobblestones as she tries to remember. Part of her wants to say Ellie, but Ellie’s been gone a while. Her brow furrows. It might make sense for Siegfried to do it, but she knows that he doesn’t hold the position, either. They must not have a keeper at the moment.
She shakes it off like a momentary fugue, a temporary blip.
“They don’t recognise you,” she points out, even as they eventually start wending their way towards the tall tower. “You’d think that even if the people forgot, animals would still like… know scents and shit. They’re better at that sort of thing than people are. Once saw a dog recognise its owner after they’d been gone years.”
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There’s just blank space when she tries to dredge up the name and she misses her step a little while walking, almost tripping on the cobblestones as she tries to remember. Part of her wants to say Ellie, but Ellie’s been gone a while. Her brow furrows. It might make sense for Siegfried to do it, but she knows that he doesn’t hold the position, either. They must not have a keeper at the moment.
She shakes it off like a momentary fugue, a temporary blip.
“They don’t recognise you,” she points out, even as they eventually start wending their way towards the tall tower. “You’d think that even if the people forgot, animals would still like… know scents and shit. They’re better at that sort of thing than people are. Once saw a dog recognise its owner after they’d been gone years.”