by Emilie » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:39 pm
Emilie tried to fight the skepticism on her face. Her hands having abandoned the keys a few sentences ago, she decided to probe this other being to see if he was for real, or talkin' bushwa. She also figured to continue to argue the point would just lead them in circles again, and 'no you're wrong' was rude. This at least might be entertaining.
Having been wearing her giant display of doodads which always announced her arrival, she looked down at her belts.
"If that's the case, what of my things? Anything stand out to you?" She asked, testing him to see if he could really feel the emotional attachment to the objects or any of their significance or meaning. She had to assume this was what he felt when he talked of objects having essence. She refused to believe lamps felt purpose, but she was willing to entertain the idea that basic, unintelligent objects had signatures on them, perhaps placed there by the meaning humans placed upon them. A light might really be 'happy' to serve, if one meant that humans and other beings felt happy in it's presence and tainted the lamp with that emotion.