Her reaction was subtle--at least, by her (or, really, their) standards--but still noticeable. A split-second freeze as she'd been prepared to lift the mug of tea to her lips. Recognition flashing across her eyes. Recognition, but not familiarity. Curious. Questioning. And also a slight hint of annoyance, because Klarion had actually said something that could prove to be useful.
"I've...heard of it. A little." She frowned, glancing down at her mug. The reasons behind her knowledge of the Sorcerer's World were private. But clearly ones that brought about a wave of melancholy nostalgia. "But I was never told the name. Or how to get there. Dad...might have known."
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Date: 2017-12-03 11:42 pm (UTC)"I've...heard of it. A little." She frowned, glancing down at her mug. The reasons behind her knowledge of the Sorcerer's World were private. But clearly ones that brought about a wave of melancholy nostalgia. "But I was never told the name. Or how to get there. Dad...might have known."