I figured as much. Your world seems...advanced. At least compared to mine.
[His tail swishes slowly on the sand as he contemplates what it might be like to have so many things accessible to you. Devices that let you closely examine the stars made for amateurs? Fascinating. Even if he wasn't a slave he would be amazed.
Fenris turns to step further into the shore, to where the water comes up enough to wash over his clawed feet. He's definitely contemplating going for a night swim.]
I wonder what the constellations are in this place. [Idly, as he stares up at the sky and lowers himself to have a seat in the lapping water, washing the sand from his shiny blue scales. A calm washes over him like the water as he idly considered getting more to drink so he could really fall into this state of mind. But at the moment, he thinks, he's fine.
Well, "fine".] They should have handed out pamphlets like that instead.
[ he admits. But there are certainly things that Fenris can claim instead, and Rafe wonders how much of of that advancement would've come around had people the magic Fenris takes for granted to lean on.
Rafe's eyes slide down from the stars to the hunch of Fenris's shoulders in front of him. He debates whether to get up, scoot forward to keep pace, but...that calm must be catching. Not just a stillness but a contentment found inside it. So instead he keeps his own seat and continues watching. The moonlight on the white hair and blue scales alike, the newly made muscle along the back and shoulder. And if he's able to relax another inch without Fenris's eyes on him, well—
No matter. ]
Don't know, it may well cut into that vital circulation on fur-bearing trout. [ The joke that never gets old. ] Short of that... Could just make up your own constellations. Who's here to argue them?
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[His tail swishes slowly on the sand as he contemplates what it might be like to have so many things accessible to you. Devices that let you closely examine the stars made for amateurs? Fascinating. Even if he wasn't a slave he would be amazed.
Fenris turns to step further into the shore, to where the water comes up enough to wash over his clawed feet. He's definitely contemplating going for a night swim.]
I wonder what the constellations are in this place. [Idly, as he stares up at the sky and lowers himself to have a seat in the lapping water, washing the sand from his shiny blue scales. A calm washes over him like the water as he idly considered getting more to drink so he could really fall into this state of mind. But at the moment, he thinks, he's fine.
Well, "fine".] They should have handed out pamphlets like that instead.
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[ he admits. But there are certainly things that Fenris can claim instead, and Rafe wonders how much of of that advancement would've come around had people the magic Fenris takes for granted to lean on.
Rafe's eyes slide down from the stars to the hunch of Fenris's shoulders in front of him. He debates whether to get up, scoot forward to keep pace, but...that calm must be catching. Not just a stillness but a contentment found inside it. So instead he keeps his own seat and continues watching. The moonlight on the white hair and blue scales alike, the newly made muscle along the back and shoulder. And if he's able to relax another inch without Fenris's eyes on him, well—
No matter. ]
Don't know, it may well cut into that vital circulation on fur-bearing trout. [ The joke that never gets old. ] Short of that... Could just make up your own constellations. Who's here to argue them?