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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son. Keep your message brief and to the point if you want a reply within twenty-four hours."

UN: jetfire

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[wildwarden]

"Oh, yeah. Fuck with the person controlling the whole of reality, I'm sure there would be no repercussions for that." She rolled her eyes. "Who wants that responsibility anyway? Someone who wanted to change some things, I guess. But. Still." Not even worth it.

"You'd love the Lunari. They're a bunch of scholars. I just learned how to read, kind of," she see-sawed her hand, "while I was in Faerie. I don't exactly study."

[forgingfires]

"Exactly. People who want to change things. Or want to be assured that no one could ever tell them what to do," Red Son said. "Wukong is the latter. Others are the former. Convinced everything could be better if they just have the power. Unaware of just how much all that is for any one being."

"I like knowing things. I've always had a talent for information," he said. "...do you need help with learning how to read better?"

[wildwarden]

She sighed. All powerful God-like beings were ridiculous. Most people were ridiculous.

"Are you offering? You're already doing a lot for me, but I - I mean I'm not gonna say no, if you're willing."

[forgingfires]

He shrugged. "I enjoy teaching. Its surprisingly soothing," he said.

[wildwarden]

She smiled. "Okay. Add it to my tab, then." Since he was already going to teach her the whole portal business.

[forgingfires]

She's gonna learn he never really collects his tabs.

"Sure," he said anyway. "We can do it in the evenings."

[wildwarden]

She'll find a way to repay him somehow. ;)

"Sounds good to me. I'll look forward to it."