[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr]So it wasn´t a spirit, didn´t know what a culture was, and struggled to even know the name of her species. Mirithal had once again stumped Ar´oa, leaving him with absolutely no idea how to continue the conversation without taking a large pause to get himself together. 

[color=d4d691]"I thought that you were perhaps a spirit, but I am not sure now, and neither are you."[/color] An uncharacteristically direct way of speaking, but it had given him permission to do so. [color=d4d691]"And because of that, I wanted to know if you had any knowledge that could assist me."[/color] R could boast about his libraries all he wanted, but at the end of the day curses were a chiefly spiritual matter. His reluctance to seek out help was also a matter of pride, not wanting others to rob his burden from him. 

[color=d4d691]"You shouldn´t apologize for being excited. There is nothing in this sanctuary that isn´t, on some level, different."[/color] Mirithal´s constantly changing form had proved to be a struggle for Ar´oa to ignore while speaking. Even if Mirithal was unsure of what it was, that didn´t mean it couldn´t bear some relation to what he was planning to study. 

He repositioned his long legs to face it more directly. [color=d4d691]"There is a curse that surrounds my clan and I, one that I wish to know if you can detect upon the moment I step outside The Sanctuary." [/color]Despite Mirithal being oblivious to many things that other races would take for granted, it was worth an attempt to at least ask.