[ Zelda's attention remains focused primarily on the floor of the room as he speaks. But at the last, she does look back at him, raising a brow. ]
Which makes one wonder, what form?
[ Religion has been at the center of her own life for as long as she can remember, as integral to her existence as breathing. What sort of offering leaves nothing behind? She has an unpleasant notion it has something to do with why they're here.
This speculation isn't going to get them anywhere. Finally turning to face him, she offers her hand, the very image of practiced politeness. ]
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Which makes one wonder, what form?
[ Religion has been at the center of her own life for as long as she can remember, as integral to her existence as breathing. What sort of offering leaves nothing behind? She has an unpleasant notion it has something to do with why they're here.
This speculation isn't going to get them anywhere. Finally turning to face him, she offers her hand, the very image of practiced politeness. ]
Zelda Spellman.