Nova Peak Splitting

They aren’t? Masque rejoined dubiously, though they were happy enough to play along, especially since their sister seemed to be enjoying herself.

They took another moment or two to mull. They supposed their problem was looking at it logically. Few of “Fifth’s” lines of thought ever seemed to subscribe to rational parameters.

Carrion? Masque couldn’t help but guess, thinking of the Toweard’s favorite food besides regurgitated meat.

But of course that wasn’t nearly philosophical enough. The Ulfr breathed through a painful throb in their temple, their ears splaying in discomfort.

Marshaling themself, they jested, All my hopes and dreams?