Jul. 7th, 2011

exceedingwords: (You Can Never Forget The Promise)
[Kanaya is sitting, with some disdain as it's ruining her skirt, on the floor of what appears to be a great cavern with a tiled floor. In her hand she has a strange object. Which, perhaps, if one were knowledgeable in the study of troll anatomy would recognize it as a matriorb--most however, would probably think it a giant spiky ball or something along those lines.]

As it is so incredibly difficult for me to get things out of it, I am slightly confused that my fetch modus allowed me to get this out. Which is to say, ah, it seems I am quite literally holding the fate of the troll race as a whole: the last matriorb in existence. I had thought, perhaps, I would be able to get at it in our new universe which we created. Obviously that is not going to happen.

While certain--[Kanaya pauses, briefly. Only a faint frown tugs at the corner of her lips.]--events of the community makes me concerned for it's safety, I believe now I can keep it safe. I have other things to think about but, however, I feel it is possible to keep it safe.

That being said, if something does happen to my personage--Lucy. Take care of this matriorb. Your...Narnia may be a better place for it. Obviously this is just a precaution.

Frankly, even after my last conversation with Eridan and Feferi a few minutes ago, I believe my mood has been uplifted. Quite a feat, I think.

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