A Somewhat Bizarre Aside (0.1.8a, Day 2)
"You have good taste," Prometheus, or rather as Mistral has guessed, the Lonely Mage, said with a smile as she skipped through the door, "Probably comes with the French. I always wanted to go to France... never got there, but I used to know the language."
The smile left her face for a moment, and she muttered, "It too is now dust. Gone, a memory of a memory, blown away in the wind."
But it was back way to quickly, "Still, Spice Girls and Neon Green. Clearly I knew I cam to the right place. Mmhmm, you will be perfect.
As Mistral asked why she was here, The Lonely Mage looked around the room, trying to pick where to sit. Finally throwing herself onto the couch she said, "You're right its me...and your wrong, I don't want to insult you. Never wanted to hurt you."
She giggled for a minute, "Okay, that's a lie, but this is why you should be careful seeking the truth. It hurts. It cuts like a bathtub full of razors. Still, its in the blood that drips from the body after such a swim that true knowledge can be found."
She goes quiet for a second, before muttering, "We all need to bleed...it proves we aren't dust. Aren't wood and folds and ink either."
She waved her hand, as if shoeing away something invisible, "Should you wish an apology for what I was forced to reveal, I will give it. But I can lie now and you know it. Would you rather start a friendship on a painful truth...or a happy lie."
Kicking her legs up, she giggled once again then slipped and fell of the couch, "Stupid slippery coat. Almost as dumb as the metal hair."