Kaimana
An early Ascended? Fascinating. Rocking back and forward on the balls of your feet, you pause to ponder this a moment before scrambling to catch up with the stranger. "Are there other not-proper Ascendeds? Why's it called The Prince?" Your bare feet are mercifully quiet on the stone ground, and your voice surprisingly soft given how exuberantly you ask each question.
Sam's plan is certainly interesting, and you wonder how it would work. It's great to see someone else doing the experimenting for once, and you're eager to observe how this goes- though the last thing he says does cause you to pipe up again. "Y'could drink from me," you suggest with a shrug, deeply curious about the whole idea. "I don't really know how it works - y'get an ability from me, right? I mostly just know things 'bout plants. But maybe that'd help?"
Then you hear (and smell) something further down, and stop short, not wanting to alarm it - or step on Sam's toes.
Sam's plan is certainly interesting, and you wonder how it would work. It's great to see someone else doing the experimenting for once, and you're eager to observe how this goes- though the last thing he says does cause you to pipe up again. "Y'could drink from me," you suggest with a shrug, deeply curious about the whole idea. "I don't really know how it works - y'get an ability from me, right? I mostly just know things 'bout plants. But maybe that'd help?"
Then you hear (and smell) something further down, and stop short, not wanting to alarm it - or step on Sam's toes.
be kind, even on your bad days
