Content to watch Phi’s ongoing grooming (she’s determined to find bugs, joke’s on her though, there probably aren’t any) and the boy’s obvious delight without any interference, Falke adjusts himself into a slightly more comfortable position - just in case he’s going to be here for a while. “She is a brown weeper capuchin, I believe. But I could be mistaken. There are several of her species that look very similar.” And of course, Phi can’t exactly point to a genus and species in a book, so the Fixer has made an educated guess.
“We met in the jungle outside Torchline. Near the base of Apopo.” Their origin story is utterly unimportant, but if Mateo asked, he would elaborate. For now, his gaze travels to the momentarily abandoned basket at he points at it with a finger. “What’s in there?”
“We met in the jungle outside Torchline. Near the base of Apopo.” Their origin story is utterly unimportant, but if Mateo asked, he would elaborate. For now, his gaze travels to the momentarily abandoned basket at he points at it with a finger. “What’s in there?”
FALKE
