It makes sense, in a strange way. If there are places beyond Ryll, why stop at one? Why not many? But his ears lower, just a tiny amount. Why should her strange pattern be the common one? He starts thinking of the chairs, the beds, the tables, all inside the Tree. And all made for someone who walks on two legs...
"So what you're telling me," he says, between deep breaths as he pushes the rock along, "is that there are many Ry- many worlds, and I'm from the strange one?"
He isn't going to ask what Jo means by normal. It's obvious that it's all part of the thing she won't talk about, and Arj is used to Things We Do Not Discuss In Company.
"But no magic, hmm," he says, a little quieter now. The words "then how do you get anything done?" line up in waiting, but he knows the answer. The same way they're getting things done now. The same way he gets anything done. He settles for: "That sounds most... interesting."
Neither of them are going to get around to discussing what's each bothering them the most. Suits him.
What he really wants is a magic charismatic beast RP or two...
"So what you're telling me," he says, between deep breaths as he pushes the rock along, "is that there are many Ry- many worlds, and I'm from the strange one?"
He isn't going to ask what Jo means by normal. It's obvious that it's all part of the thing she won't talk about, and Arj is used to Things We Do Not Discuss In Company.
"But no magic, hmm," he says, a little quieter now. The words "then how do you get anything done?" line up in waiting, but he knows the answer. The same way they're getting things done now. The same way he gets anything done. He settles for: "That sounds most... interesting."
Neither of them are going to get around to discussing what's each bothering them the most. Suits him.