The lantern shards can be divided - perhaps less is needed to search.
[Celehar glances towards Need, and nods.] A moment, to arrange my thoughts.[And he does take only a moment, his attention fixating on the middle distance. It's not quite a military kind of report, as Celehar backtracks to summarize the whole affair in an even tempo, even pausing now and then to check in on Need's expression before continuing. This is something he has done, in a formal setting, quite often.]
I did not realize at first that I had become lost, with the mists so thick. I thought I had walked along a singular path. It was only when I thought to turn back and retrace my steps that I began to realize the futility of it, and I could not say how long it was, or which turns I made. There were flowers here and there along the path, orange ones, and their heads always seemed turned so that I might see them.
Then, the further I walked, it seemed as though they all began to speak. All at once, with the same voice and the same words. They were mocking, and yet familiar, and they addressed me by name, as though they were a friend. And they offered a poisoned chalice, asking if I regretted my choice.
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[Celehar glances towards Need, and nods.] A moment, to arrange my thoughts.[And he does take only a moment, his attention fixating on the middle distance. It's not quite a military kind of report, as Celehar backtracks to summarize the whole affair in an even tempo, even pausing now and then to check in on Need's expression before continuing. This is something he has done, in a formal setting, quite often.]
I did not realize at first that I had become lost, with the mists so thick. I thought I had walked along a singular path. It was only when I thought to turn back and retrace my steps that I began to realize the futility of it, and I could not say how long it was, or which turns I made. There were flowers here and there along the path, orange ones, and their heads always seemed turned so that I might see them.
Then, the further I walked, it seemed as though they all began to speak. All at once, with the same voice and the same words. They were mocking, and yet familiar, and they addressed me by name, as though they were a friend. And they offered a poisoned chalice, asking if I regretted my choice.