[Hey, Logos. Hey, Pathos,] Hurricroak called out as he popped her head into the private chamber of the curators...
[I just came to check in on you—]
=I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!=
[Huh...]
...only to be greeted by the sight of the two of them flying around the room while in their spiritual ball forms.
Over the last few weeks, acting as the main guards of the Library, Hurricroak and Frosttusk had learned a lot more about the curators of the library. More specifically, they had begun to learn all about the eccentricities and habits of the curators that they attempted to keep out of the usual telepathic channels.
For example, whenever it was just the two of them, Logos and Pathos would be significantly more liberal with their shape shifting abilities to the point that they greatly resembled cartoons more so than dignified spirits of [Logic] and [Passion].
