Duke Whisker's stellar eyes held depths of experience that transcended his small form.
"In my existence, I always play a game of origin probabilities. Calculating what beings truly are versus what they present themselves as. And of all probabilities for who or what you could be…after all I have seen and know, you are either an Early Creature, or one of those terrifying Fold Dwellers stemming from the Wandering Territories."
HUUM!
Noah's eyes blazed with sudden interest at these words.
Duke Whisker, seemingly unperturbed by the reaction, waved his little paws casually.
A white cloud materialized beneath him, lifting him to a more comfortable conversation height.
In his paws appeared a block of resplendent stellar cheese that gleamed with inner light. He began nibbling at it with the air of someone eating away stress as he eyes burned with determination!
"What do you know about the Wandering Territories?" Noah asked, his interest genuine. "What lies within them?"
