Bizarre.  Sometimes, many who know him wonder if even death could stop him talking.    There is a beat of silence..  Aurelios sartorial kisses the ground, sways in the wind, the jewels that line it sing as it does.                                                                                      ❝  Hm. What are you?  ❞

the divine is amused by his resilience.    it shines through in his voice, however irate he may pretend to be.       ❝  why don’t you force the body of a primordial creature out of your own flesh and bones ??   then you could understand:  i can assure you, it doesn’t tickle.  ❞