[ And for that moment, Rust's mind goes still. He absorbs the scents, attaching names to them last of all.
His thinking picks back up, swift and logical, a pen poised to strike something from a list. ] (How'd it move?) [ The question reverberates with his memory of Gildor's perceptions, that spider-webbed sense of sound and motion. ] (Built for speed, built for endurance? Did it remind you of anything?)
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His thinking picks back up, swift and logical, a pen poised to strike something from a list. ] ( How'd it move? ) [ The question reverberates with his memory of Gildor's perceptions, that spider-webbed sense of sound and motion. ] ( Built for speed, built for endurance? Did it remind you of anything? )