His words caused Glossikos to open her eyes wide.
Her wooden features shifted with shock that she couldn't quite conceal. Contributions to the Mouseion were not casual things. They were acts of tremendous significance, requiring items of genuine worth and the establishment of fate-bindings that would determine who could claim them across time.
She seemed to want to say many things.
Questions pressed against her expression. Concerns flickered in her ancient eyes!
But at this time, THE Primordial Paradox stepped up.
He put his hand on her shoulder.
She trembled.
The weight of an Absolute's touch, even a gentle one, was not something that a Fundamental Depth being could easily bear. His authority pressed against her existence simply through contact, reminding her of the vast gulf that separated their levels of power.
He looked at her with his gaze of majesty.
"Go ahead and make the preparations for us, why don't you?"
