Liyal rolled his eyes and gave Quen a withering look. They'd been friends since not long after he came to the city and, still, he was too thick to realize she could see neither. He added an aggravated sigh.
No. he typed. It's that big freaking sea monster that was here. It left some pebbles and it talks to me. Obviously!
As soon as it spoke out loud through Quen's communicator though, he realized how actually insane that sounded. "W-wait!" She was never going to listen to anything else he said if he didn't clarify. He checked to make sure the little pebble was still in his bag of acorns for the dozenth time and started typing again.
Listen! I know it sounds totally insane. It's not just a voice in my head. I can ask it stuff I don't know and it answers back to me with stuff I don't know. It's not like the frog spirit! Liyal knew next to nothing about summons - other than that they allegedly might have existed. And even then in only the vaguest, fairy tale terms. Once there was this woman who called forth this thing. Technically, summoning something. Leviathan was the one who used the term.
Was his frog spirit a summon?
Deep in his brain, there was a deep, disgruntled sigh. A feeling of disappointment and ire washed over him from beyond. Comparing leviathan with a frog spirit! Well, it wasn't like the frog spirit didn't show up when he asked, nor was it ever as RUDE he would like to remind any strange voices out there making him seem crazy.