Sortitio's Links
I hope you don't take this personally but... [The god looks a little warily at Jessimae.] For the sake of my heart, I've learnt not to be/that/ worried when your clock begins to chime. I'm still wary of it, rest assured, but you've given me many scares in the past and I predict that you'll /continue/ to scare the living daylights out of me. Do be more careful, my friend. Please?
No hard feelings! Death just doesn't seem /real/ for a Dollite, you know? Not since our pre-history. I guess I've unlocked a new kind of 'White Death' since ascending though... Oh well. As long as fireworks and science experiments are neither Heroic or Just, I'll be just fine!
Did you know that your clock has every planet you've ever made in its gears? I feel like it's the only one that's constantly doing self-maintenance! [Sortitio laughs a bit.] It's as if there's a mini observatory behind the clock face...
Your clock is made of red wood and has a heart-shaped pendulum in rose gold. It ticks like a beating heart, and I can only gather that its chime would sound like the breaking of every heart in every plane of existence. You, Love itself, are fated to be loved endlessly as well.
Your clock spontaneously combusted when it started ticking. It, er... It actually set a good portion of my cathedral on fire, but it's okay! [Sortitio smiles a bit awkwardly.] I just restored it back to a time before the fire, so it's as good as new.
...You're not supposed to be in here.
Don't fret, I won't be in here for long! This won't hurt a bit. Promise. ;)
[Deidrix is so grand and encompassing that Sortitio doesn't quite know how to get a hold of its words! It's also not like it leaves the shelter of their cathedral all too often, so socializing is... Hard. They decide to talk about what comes the most obvious to them.] You-- You'll be pleased to know that your clock is just as grandiose as you, dear Deidrix! Every hour, much like a cuckoo clock, little figures come out and dance to a different tune. There's 12 songs in all, a-and I think I know them all by heart at this point. They're very catchy.
[Deidrix's Thespians laugh, the Femme high and echoing and the Masc loud and booming, delighted by this news. The Masc speaks.] OF COURSE! ALTHOUGH I AM NOT THERE, EVEN AN AUDIENCE OF ONE MUST BE ENTERTAINED. [The Femme speaks.] If you think those songs were catchy, you should come to my next musical. You'll have no excuse to be late, Timekeeper.
[Sortitio stays quiet as Cimontton walks through its cathedral. It's not scared of him, just curious and helpful. They move objects out of the way and carefully open doors for Cimon to walk through. In the midst of the dreamy journey through Sortitio's cathedral, the two pass by a clock engraved with all matter of creature - Moths perched on leaves, sheep roaming free, bats hanging upside down to rest... The clock face itself is held up by a pair of chalices pouring into each other.] ... [As Cimon finally leaves, Sortitio's voice is a gentle whisper.] Sleep well, friend.
[Cimontton dreams about a vast desert of endlessly moving sand in every color that flows over his hooves and through his fingers. The sun is round and yellow like a watching eye, but the Dream God isn't concerned. He watches sand flow down holes in the ground with interest. There's always so much gossip here; who's sick, who's dying, who's coming back. He likes visiting Sortitio.]