Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

“Why are you grunting like that Chantelle”,  Maurice asked, “Are you in pain?”

Laughing, she replied that she was only grunting out of politeness because the woman in the future expected it.  “I don’t think they’re very bright, to be honest. You should see the postcards she sends, everywhere looks weird. Hardly any trees or animals, but all cluttered with strange lumps of grey.  And their writing has no sound, not like ours.  I’m struggling to decipher the messages”

Maurice leaned his best spear up against the cave wall. “Here, I brought you some nice feathers for your hair.”  He wasn’t sure what to make of Chantelle’s invisible friend, and rather wished she’d drop it and do some more painting on the walls.

“Ooh, how pretty! Glad you didn’t bring any more shellfish home, I’m absolutely stuffed on shellfish.”