Liman smiles genially, twitching a little from her still recovering wounded chest wound as she sat up straighter against the couch, the book in her laps as she turns to look at the cubs.
She mouths to Warwick- 'Its fine', before turning to the cubs and gently goes "S-So...do you two want to hear about—a story?", asked the young pale girl.
"A-and, that's we are about to find out, Lune...", she winks to her as she looks back to the book and cubs.
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всегда веренShe nods back, and begins—
"There was a brave, brave fair knight whose visage none knew. He wore a mask, a helmet and a cowl, such that none knew who his name was, nor what he is. What is known though, the fair knight is larger than men, stronger than a bear, his heart filled with valour and grace- his form, resplendent in plate and with a graceful cloak flowing behind him like a proud banner a symbol of courage to all that saw him."
"Such is the tale of Vassilia the Brave, who never spoke, but always expressed what he is and what he says with action. He went around, saving the people from brigands and unjust tyrants. Then, one day—he accepted a quest! A quest...to save a lady, who is held by an evil wizard in his tower in the mountains."
всегда верен"Donning his sword, his large trusty shield, never once taking his helmet, he set off—not needing a horse, nor being able to ride one, for he is more than most horse is able to withstood. But he did not let this impede him not one bit—he ran in long strides, his cloak flowing behind him as he set off to the woods. Through it, his journey brought to him many challenges, many trials—some, a test of strength; to lift a boulder for a chieftain, to sow a field in a day for a village, to fend off a mighty drake to save a lord's castle."
She looked up from the book, to the cubs and Warwich. "Others, were test of wit and resolve—to prove his humility, he relinquished his sword to save a child's life. To prove his mettle, he withstood silent judgments from the three wise men. To prove his wit, yet does he not speak— he solved a riddle, writing it with the stick and branches on the ground, besting a sly, devious troll."
"And then—he came onto the woods, into a dark, abandoned clearing where the wizards tower stood-piercing the night sky into the clouds, thunder rolling across the silence."
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...You know, in my home dimension, we can have conversations with each other across the Solar System by using the Quantum Cryptography Communication System, which the Ariadne relay network can support.
So it's not as bad as you think it is.
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"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."