[It's a difficult thing for him to imagine, that abject lack of curiosity towards the intricacies of existence. All part of the human condition, the need to know and to understand, to pick apart and see what makes things tick.
But if she isn't human...well, he supposes that might just explain it.
She mentions tea though, and something in his face brightens. A little spring enters his taloned step, and if both his hands had been free, he may well have clapped them together in anticipation.]
A tea house! Think they have one around here? Now that brings back some memories. Ah, I'd love to my dear. I can think of few things more pleasant than whiling away a few hours over hot beverages and philosophical debate.
[It makes him think of the old days, in Vesuvia, before the worst of the plague had fallen upon them. Before everything had become quite so confusing, quite so dark.]
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But if she isn't human...well, he supposes that might just explain it.
She mentions tea though, and something in his face brightens. A little spring enters his taloned step, and if both his hands had been free, he may well have clapped them together in anticipation.]
A tea house! Think they have one around here? Now that brings back some memories. Ah, I'd love to my dear. I can think of few things more pleasant than whiling away a few hours over hot beverages and philosophical debate.
[It makes him think of the old days, in Vesuvia, before the worst of the plague had fallen upon them. Before everything had become quite so confusing, quite so dark.]