Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

- Ouch, - comments the Lady as she cuts into the creature's skin.

-- Indeed. Let's first listen to what this being has to say. This is truly something I didn't expect in my old age, and I intend to hear the whole story first. So, again: who or what are you, and what is your purpose?

- I have a very special and secret purpose, and I cannot reveal it. But now that I have been discovered, the higher-ups will have to accept it, - she says, nodding. - Hard times are coming, and only the direct heir of Sir Fulrad will be able to help humanity overcome them. However, according to all records, he will remain unmarried. Therefore, the court sorcerers sent me back in time to help Sir Fulrad improve his communication skills with women. Otherwise, you will not succeed if you continue to call them "creatures." She looks at the grumbling man for a moment: - This is humor. To lighten the tense moment a little. Don't take it personally; I understand the meaning of your questions. You were expecting to hear a story like this, only darker, - she adjusts her hair with her hand. - And who are you, and what is your purpose? What is the purpose of a peasant who has been tilling the fields from birth to death? Not everyone can answer that, and those who do will be wrong, because they have invented a false purpose in an attempt to temporarily escape from the cold and empty reality. I am who I am. I walk, I observe, and I play. I have noticed that people react well to tragic-lyrical stories; they are willing to part with silver and copper if you tug at the strings of their souls in such an intricate way - but it's not as if I need it. Perhaps they are glad that all these events are not happening to them, or perhaps they are naturally drawn to the feeling of unhappiness. Another person's mind is a dark place. What else are you interested in?