My What Big Paws [Quest - Eris ?]

Whatever she may have been, Quinnsing wouldn't have been left alone with their thoughts very long. for it seemed that they were a popular and prime target for the wandering and idle mind seeking assistance. There was no body asking a request of them this time, but as their avian friend landed in the sand, having determined at last that the scaled woman was and truly gone, despite the impossibility of such a thing, the feathered bird hopping about the slips on the ground and cocking their head to examine them, Quinnsing heard, or perhaps felt, a laugh in their mind. It was peculiar, the sound seemed not to come from any particular spot around them, and neither of their companions reacted as though they heard it, but Quinnsing distinctly heard laughter that was not their own, and as their gaze immediately shot to the avian, supposing their odd powers that affected their mind, not by the avian either, the creature's gaze and attention wholly elsewhere seemingly.

It built a moment, giving Quinnsing time to go from initial alarm and wariness, to patience and curiosity again, realizing this event seemed to be out of their control but was, thus far at least, not harmful. How it was happened and why were pressing questions, ones that seemed to accompany many things here, but given that there must be a reason for this sudden mental invasion, Quinnsing decided to hear it through, likely having little ability to prevent it anyways. Sure enough, a voice took form, regaining itself from laughter to speak. The voice felt disjointed, strange, like it was not one at all, but two or three, yet they spoke in harmony enough to be understood, as though it were three voices to one linked mind perhaps. It was disconcerting, especially coming from a seemingly non physical source, and Quinnsing frowned, but listened.

The voice certainly seemed to know about Quinnsing even if they did not know about the voice. Gods? Is that was the voice was, and the other two women? Curious... certainly it explained the ability of one to create creatures from their body, but were they actually gods? Or were they just powerful? And if they were gods, gods of what? The bloblings? If that were the case, would they not be better guiding and helping them? If they were gods, wouldn't the white one be able to do more rather then asking such a smaller and weaker creature to help her? Doubting, Quinnsing took the information in to try to pick it apart later. There was a lopsided deepening of their frown as the voice continued. Sarcasm or honest, it was hard to tell, but the voice seemed to try to brush off it's observation about Quinnsing's yet undetermined and middle-grounded alliance.

Enough for three. It was an odd phrasing, but lent to the echoed effect of the voice Quinnsing heard, and they stored it away, noting that, they were then, being talked to by three creatures, or at least, three minds. Choose a side... were there supposed to be sides they were choosing? The world was open, and empty, and they had been given no information on their place or role here, nothing to base a choice on, or indication of options. To have picked a side already would have been presumptuous, and that there were sides to be chosen seemed strange and dubious in the state of this planet's being. What point would there be, what service would be gained, and why would they already be trying to ally themselves or make enemies when things were yet in creation and empty?

The voice seemed to think that shared neutrality made them and Quinnsing similar though. The comment on kin brought further confusion. Were they a blobling then? Or a god? Was that to imply that Quinnsing and the voice were similar? If they were a god though, then how could they be kin? It was a strange question, and one Quinnsing would have thought more about, if not for the laughter that shook and deafened them mentally a moment later, the voice clearly amused by it's own reference there as it's giggle grew inside Quinnsing's head for a moment, eliciting a pained wince and squinted gaze from the grey blobling.

Finally it settled and calmed, for a moment at least, and seemed to move on, changing topics entirely. A request was made, and Quinnsing blinked, their gaze focused vaguely out beyond the sands, lacking any specific entity to look at. A picture. The word certainly brought a definition to mind, but of what? The voice seemed to wax on, suspicion and disdain bubbling up slowly. *No.* Quinnsing thought carefully and loudly, unsure if the other being could read their mind, or only speak within their mind. *That does not seem much.* They seemed to be going to extreme lengths to make sure Quinnsing did not seem bothered by their request, almost seeming to make it more bothersome then if they had not at all. After all, why was it so important to emphasize how little a both it would be, unless there was some twist to it?

Yet, when at last the question came, it did not seem overly complex. A lion... what was a lion though? There was a vague image there, more a description, a collection of parts, but the word seemed familiar. *Very well.* It seemed strange to reward someone for such an action, but it was a favor Quinnsing thought they were willing to make happen. A lion in the sand. Sand was easy enough to shift at least, and while they were not quite sure how yet to go about creating this drawing, the concept itself, of drawing lines in sand, seemed feasible, either by their own form, or by their companions aid. "I will do this" Quinnsing said, aloud, in case the voice could not hear their mental voice, and to ground it in physical speech. A lion... what was a lion though?