"No." He paused, frustrated. He didn't know why he couldn't seem to communicate clearly. "No, I don't need to go. I just wasn't sure if you really wanted me here. But... yes, if we meet again, I will tell you what she says about celestial geometry, though I wonder if she can even answer my questions. She might not understand it so literally. But the sort of study that would be required to map it out... I'm not that patient, making observations for decades, recording, pure maths. I'll leave that to the Nuit of Sahova. Perhaps I'll ask them about it the next time I dare the undead isle. "But I have lots of questions for Zintila, and several other of the gods. I don't know if I'll get my answers, but I will ask the questions if the opportunity arises. Fortune favors the bold, right?" His smile was a touch fatalistic, as if he imagined he would offend some god who would strike him down on the spot for his perceived hubris. |