Pircalmo listened carefully and with intense interest. The initial excitement at putting his studies to use was quickly added to by the esoteric and unique nature of Meesei's situation. Such was the oddness of the scenario that Pircalmo had to hunch in his seat with one arm across to hold his elbow and the other clutching over his chin and mouth. His thoughts lasted a while, though not so long as to convey the need to describe further just yet. "How curious," he answered. "How utterly, impressively curious. The Hist must have a very particular destiny lined up for you, Meesei, for such a thing to be apparent enough to be noticed." Lunise interrupted her cup before she could sip from it. "Apparent enough? Is this a normal thing, father?" "No...well, yes, but not exactly..." He stumbled, before finally gesturing in a circle to focus himself. "You must understand, to speak of how the Hist operates with any continuing confidence is as reliable as knowing the names of the next fifteen leaders of Alinor, but!" He pointed to the ceiling. "Broadly speaking, the features of body and soul that are generally dictated by a mix of chance and lineage in any other creature are heavily skewed by the node of the Hist representing an Argonian...or any similarly souled creature thereof. Argonian souls are only a 'blank slate' starting out in the sense that only the barely necessary aspects are generally imparted during the gestation process. It does not mean there are is no presence of disconnected memories in such souls." Pircalmo leant forward with his elbows on his knees and narrowed his eyes curiously. "But I recall you using the word [i]unfortunate[/i]...?"