It only occurs to Reave belatedly that he did not, in fact, need to ask what the creature she had encountered looked like. He could see it for himself. To the young colt, it feels very much like an egregious oversight on his part. As she launches into her story however, he discovers she shares things that could not otherwise be found through his other sight-thieving means (though that doesn’t stop him from actually looking when she takes a breath for more words of course).
The creature she describes is strange indeed, made even stranger by what she had actually seen. Her excitement hovers around her, a veritable aura of memories ringing with her thrill, trepidation, and awe.
“He breathed on you,” he muses, eyes curiously watchful as he mulls over what she had just shared. “That sounds awfully… damp.” He wrinkles his nose at that, not sure he wished to imagine what the damp breath of a creature like that smelled like. Naturally though, he can’t seem to help himself. “Was it smelly?”
He is a far less eloquent creature than his cousin, as he has already amply demonstrated. But as she waxes poetic about the growth of plants and changes heralding a new and useful glow, the best Reave can seem to manage in the way of insightful conversation is ‘was it smelly’. Not that he notices these things, young and ultimately self-absorbed as he is.
“He seems like a useful sort,” he replies candidly after Memorie has done a second little dance. “Do you think he’d come breath of some of the trees around here? We could use some glowing trees I think.”
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@[Memorie]