02-23-2012, 06:55 PM
The white hound crinkled her forehead. "But you can't know that," she stated blankly. "There was no smell, no sign of any kind." Caspa could only imagine basing her assumptions on solid facts, or information from a trusted person. Intuition was only useful in situations where instant reflexes were required. It could not tell you a truth that your other five senses could not perceive.
"Have you overheard a rumour about him?" she wondered. Where was Terra getting her ideas - there must be an answer, Caspa thought. But before her brain tied itself into perplexed knots, she found something simpler to turn her thoughts to. "Show me where to leave this wagon then… but we won't unpack until tomorrow. Things might get lost or wander off in the night." She looked around: any old flat piece of grass would do to perform on, but it would help to have all the equipment ready nearby for the hectic set-up tomorrow.
"Have you overheard a rumour about him?" she wondered. Where was Terra getting her ideas - there must be an answer, Caspa thought. But before her brain tied itself into perplexed knots, she found something simpler to turn her thoughts to. "Show me where to leave this wagon then… but we won't unpack until tomorrow. Things might get lost or wander off in the night." She looked around: any old flat piece of grass would do to perform on, but it would help to have all the equipment ready nearby for the hectic set-up tomorrow.