[Before he can think on the question the scene changes. Maiza shifts smoothly into a bald, scarred man with a distinctly bowlegged stance. It's night, in a forest, and he leans against a tree, watching a figure approach. The figure's obviously a child, black hair, skin the color of leather. When he steps out into the moonlight his face and clothes are indistinct, as if being viewed from far away. The bowlegged man looks at the sky, gives an approving grunt, and settles his hand for a couple seconds on the child's shoulder.]
[The faceless child manages somehow to look surprised, but it doesn't last long. The man jerks his head toward a path, speaks a few gruff and indistinct words, and the child moves away.]
[The shadow watches for a second as the bowlegged man stares off into the woods.]
It's not that I wanted to see that, specifically. I wanted you to think of something. Whatever would come to your mind first. And you did. Thank you. They took it in turns, then? Every one teaching something different?
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[Before he can think on the question the scene changes. Maiza shifts smoothly into a bald, scarred man with a distinctly bowlegged stance. It's night, in a forest, and he leans against a tree, watching a figure approach. The figure's obviously a child, black hair, skin the color of leather. When he steps out into the moonlight his face and clothes are indistinct, as if being viewed from far away. The bowlegged man looks at the sky, gives an approving grunt, and settles his hand for a couple seconds on the child's shoulder.]
[The faceless child manages somehow to look surprised, but it doesn't last long. The man jerks his head toward a path, speaks a few gruff and indistinct words, and the child moves away.]
[The shadow watches for a second as the bowlegged man stares off into the woods.]
It's not that I wanted to see that, specifically. I wanted you to think of something. Whatever would come to your mind first. And you did. Thank you. They took it in turns, then? Every one teaching something different?