homeless, possibly looking to settle into a game somewhere

[summerlord]

Several thousand years' worth of history is daunting, Daughter of Man, and especially so when the manuscripts are not in your possession. These reservations did not cause such hesitation with prior muses. What brings them to the surface now? If I speak to you, then let me speak. If I do not, then let me go. It is a simple - though perhaps not easy - choice that awaits you. I will wait, though I, too, have reservations.

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[bythewaves]

[ ah... yes, he'd forgotten that part ]

It does my heart good to see you at peace. May joy yet return to your house.

[summerlord]

There has been much joy in my house. [He can't complain. Really.]

[bythewaves]

But your road has not always been easy, and your joy is not yet complete [ he can see how tired you look, now he's paying attention ]

[summerlord]

No road is. [He finds his gaze pulled toward the sea.] In time, it will come. [Perhaps after world's end, but he is patient.]

[bythewaves]

This is true [ "but yours deserves to be" he wants to say ] ...may that time come soon enough [ but, he hopes, not too soon, for when you all go, he will be truly alone ]

[summerlord]

It will come when it deems us ready.