Jodaeic Creationisms • “Astute.” The man said, reaching across the table, and plucking a thorn from the Fiend and dropping it into a crystal vial. He set it on the table, and the vial seemed to crumble into sand, sweeping away in another strange wind. “I have more tales to tell. More objects to unleash. Unless you have a reason for me to stay any longer, I will be going.”

Q:"Astute." The man said, reaching across the table, and plucking a thorn from the Fiend and dropping it into a crystal vial. He set it on the table, and the vial seemed to crumble into sand, sweeping away in another strange wind. "I have more tales to tell. More objects to unleash. Unless you have a reason for me to stay any longer, I will be going."

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“No,” I replied. “I thank you for sharing that with me, but you seem to only be interested in sharing beginnings, not participating in middles and ends. I’ll set off on my own now. I’ll find Naija and the Pumpkin Spirit’s lost essence. I’ll revive it if I can. You’re welcome to join me if you change your mind.” I looked back down to the table and the corrupted spirit’s deteriorating body. It didn’t collapse into sand and blow away— that seemed to be attributed to the storyteller— so I scooped it up and stored it in an empty Escher box I had with me. “Unless you’re joining me I suppose I’ll never see you again. Thank you for the tale, and you were right. Today is special.”