>>6069569–Love. What else could be in it?
Something between your ribs and your cranium spoke back.
You smell the locket once more, unwillingly. awithout asking it tells you where it has been.
It has been on your chest, around your neck, and ocassionally even beneath your chin. There is something sad about it neing stained with the scum that piles over a day-labourers skin.
–Dont open it.
A demanding voice of pure reason and survival mechanisms speaks forth just as you stare a bit too intensely onto the locket, smelling what you smell; the reek of curiosity.
–Ingrate are the women. And fickle, like a feather in the wind. Remember?
–There was a song like that
Raspy voice, passive entonation. This one voice doesnt know whatbis being discussed here, it should go back to the table with the children.
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A rope of thought pulls through your ear, a rhyme. "Fickle, like a feather in the wind.. She.." something. What was the following verse?
Actions
>Try to guess the next verse, theres must be a reward to complete such cognition. I can feel it! its on the tip of my tongue!>Insist on questioning the Locket, stay focused (Roll 1-100)>Question your legs. Were they ok? Wil they be fine on their own? Maybe i should let them be.note: If you can phrase more than one action in a sentence you might do more than one. This quest works better if you are eloquent and write beyond a sentence.