Partially out of respect, partially out of fear something might go wrong, Ven sits, staring at the first dialogue box this Dr. Jake Emerson has presented her with. She'll wait for the rest of her clan to arrive before moving on, she supposes - although, considering the recent chatter in clan talk, it seems that might be a while.
There's clearly some indication that
something's going on, but she can't really glean what it is, just from the first lines.
dr. jake emerson wrote:
My apologies for the trouble. I'm Dr. Jake Emerson, but Jake is fine. I don't know if you've seen the news recently...
and if you ask how i regret that parting:
it is like the flowers falling at spring's end
confused, whirled in a tangle.
what is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
there is no end of things in the heart.
ezra pound,
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