Got the dreamer's disease
The lack of shame or confusion makes it easier to return to the flow of their talk. He is surprisingly accepting, whereas she has found most others prone to a nervous laugh or a return to prodding her. Favorites come up far too often for her liking, and eventually, she'll need to nail how to swiftly sidestep them without upsetting the entire balancing act of a conversation. Add to this the easy way he smiles, the action mirroring easily on her own features, and how he delves into his home, and she is swept back into the tide of his confidence.
"Oh, I would love to see an icy beach!" Only having the non-icy kind at home. "That sounds very different from Torchline's coast. I wonder how the temperature changes the sorts of plants and animals that normally depend on a shoreline." This thought doesn't linger as long as it might, not when he drops companion. Her eyes flare wide and blue, hair shifting abruptly around her as she leans back towards him, plate set aside on the table. "Your what?" She begs him to repeat, although she's heard it perfectly fine. "You have a companion?" All the buildings are promptly ignored, as are, sorry, Mort's abilities.
"What's its name? What kind is it? How did it happen? How did it feel? Do you feed it?" All shyness gone Fern now becomes a bit of a motor mouth.
"Oh, I would love to see an icy beach!" Only having the non-icy kind at home. "That sounds very different from Torchline's coast. I wonder how the temperature changes the sorts of plants and animals that normally depend on a shoreline." This thought doesn't linger as long as it might, not when he drops companion. Her eyes flare wide and blue, hair shifting abruptly around her as she leans back towards him, plate set aside on the table. "Your what?" She begs him to repeat, although she's heard it perfectly fine. "You have a companion?" All the buildings are promptly ignored, as are, sorry, Mort's abilities.
"What's its name? What kind is it? How did it happen? How did it feel? Do you feed it?" All shyness gone Fern now becomes a bit of a motor mouth.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
