No, you're right, w-we. We shouldn't. But have to now, about something just.

[Hell... he really doesn't know what to say right now, but. That damn riddle. He... he can't stay like this, he can't be a fox and if that riddle is really about him, then it perhaps is about Darkleer as well. 'Glance slightly dark'. It was worth a shot. Better than staying like this forever. Summoner scowled, looking down and taking a deep breath.]

I'm not Reynard. I'm not... a fox... I don't have a wife or a nephew, and my only enemies are highbloods, not beasts and creatures. [Another swallow, saying the words for himself rather than Darkleer.]

Lysunder. I... I was something else when we agreed to not speak ever again, not this furbeast. So we can speak as we are now, as things other than what were were when we, when... when I made that choice..

So just... please agree to meet me later, for a final talk. As you did when we were both horned and I still had orange running through my veins. [Swallow.]

I'll meet you at the dais in a few hours time... [And with that, no longer looking at Darkleer, Summoner bows his head, standing on his hind legs, and then moves to all fours, fleeing.]