[ Her eyes briefly flick up to meet his before returning to the paper. She shakes her head, a light laugh like a burbling brook escaping from her. ]
Not a convent, a stream.
[ She's not sure what a convent is. It must be something Man has made. There's so much she doesn't know about, like the buildings around her and the business they do. Though there are so-called "mythical" beings such as herself here, it is very reminiscent of the world of Man, with it's buildings and clothes and hustle and bustle. Nothing so quiet as her stream. ]
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Not a convent, a stream.
[ She's not sure what a convent is. It must be something Man has made. There's so much she doesn't know about, like the buildings around her and the business they do. Though there are so-called "mythical" beings such as herself here, it is very reminiscent of the world of Man, with it's buildings and clothes and hustle and bustle. Nothing so quiet as her stream. ]