Дани Даркблейд, вредный полугоблин (ака Ал103)
“So. Wait. You're saying this,” he points down to the sand, “Is the mother of the big cloud of glass balls that Tali and Shepard ran into?”
“Only from a certain point of view!”
Kal blinks again. He blinks again. The implications run through his head, hitting the large mental wall of wharblegarble. “Dare I ask who the father was?”
There is a moment of rare silence from the golden sphere. “Well. From a certain point of view, it was Malfeas-who-Was. Kingship, Dominion. Together with Law, that creates Hierarchy.”
Kal makes a weak chuckle. “So the glass balls came from the sand being melted?”
Autochthon harrumphs. “It was certainly much more complicated than that!” (C) Glorious Shotgun Princess
“Only from a certain point of view!”
Kal blinks again. He blinks again. The implications run through his head, hitting the large mental wall of wharblegarble. “Dare I ask who the father was?”
There is a moment of rare silence from the golden sphere. “Well. From a certain point of view, it was Malfeas-who-Was. Kingship, Dominion. Together with Law, that creates Hierarchy.”
Kal makes a weak chuckle. “So the glass balls came from the sand being melted?”
Autochthon harrumphs. “It was certainly much more complicated than that!” (C) Glorious Shotgun Princess