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"H'oh boy is probably right..." - 01 / 11 / 2003
Asmindr can practically taste the cold front coming off Alexandra, and meets it with one of pure fire, barely contained behind a mild snort.
Amazing what little mannerisms can convey.
"Your legend is why you're in a rather pointless fight with demons now, isn't it? Why fight your own brother? And like it or not, demon and dragon carry Her blood. I for one would not want to be either Cain nor Abel, yet this is what your war brings."
Asmindr flies up, hovering in the air. He looks ready to say something more, but a bit of cloth hits him in the face.
"Actually..." Nahr stands up, walking into the center of the room as a smile plays across his lips. "You are both completely correct, yet you are both wrong. It is two sides of the same coin, yet it isn't the right coin at all. The answer is as simple as... the sound of one hand clapping."
"Great, that tells us a lot, sensei."
The sprite quickly loses interest in the conversation with the others as Kit's words catch his attention instead.
//is going to Kaligo's home?//
"I'd say so," Nahr replies. "Oh yes, as to Tiamat. Well, why don't you ask 'Her' yourself, Stanos?" Nahr gestures over to where Gen is still standing. Only the mage herself doesn't notice the blue-green aurua slowly building around her.
"...what? What the hell are you all looking at?"
Winter, Mo`re, Gen, Nahr, Asmindr