KAIMANA
Astra is an excellent distraction: you respond to her presence with abject wonder and adoration, reaching out immediately to scratch behind her ears and under her antlers and anywhere else she will allow. Bringing your forehead against hers, you close your eyes and exhale through your nose, allowing her to catch your scent - a standard greeting of the animal kingdom. "What're you doin' here? An' how come you're so small?" you wonder aloud - and, yes, Lily is right, you are utterly childlike in your endless questioning. Maybe it's a side effect of aging so quickly, or simply an extension of your role as a child of Rae.
Or maybe you're just really really really curious, and really really really bad at social cues and self restraint. Who can say for sure.
Turning your wide brown gaze to Lily, you blush, your freckled cheeks growing darker as she comments on your curious nature. "Was it too many? I'm tryin' t'learn everythin' I can 'bout the Hollowed Grounds an' the livin' things in it. It takes a lotta questions to learn so many things. So I'm tryin' to ask 'em all, but if it's too many I can stop and observe." A skill your sister is arguably far better versed in, but you are certainly capable of trying your best.
She doesn't seem angry, at least, which is good. Taking Lily's hand in yours (now uninhabited by plants or mushrooms), you allow her to shake it, smiling brightly. "I don't like houses very much. Sunshine is much better," you agree, nodding sagely and valiantly resisting the urge to ask a question about where her house is, or what it's like. Instead you turn back to Loren as he repeats the word genetics, not really sure what it is he is hoping to accomplish. "Yea- like the little bits of information that make things what they are, that're passed on through the reproductive process when the male an' female of the species come together to reproduce an' marks 'em as belongin' to the same family? Those genetics."
Or maybe you're just really really really curious, and really really really bad at social cues and self restraint. Who can say for sure.
Turning your wide brown gaze to Lily, you blush, your freckled cheeks growing darker as she comments on your curious nature. "Was it too many? I'm tryin' t'learn everythin' I can 'bout the Hollowed Grounds an' the livin' things in it. It takes a lotta questions to learn so many things. So I'm tryin' to ask 'em all, but if it's too many I can stop and observe." A skill your sister is arguably far better versed in, but you are certainly capable of trying your best.
She doesn't seem angry, at least, which is good. Taking Lily's hand in yours (now uninhabited by plants or mushrooms), you allow her to shake it, smiling brightly. "I don't like houses very much. Sunshine is much better," you agree, nodding sagely and valiantly resisting the urge to ask a question about where her house is, or what it's like. Instead you turn back to Loren as he repeats the word genetics, not really sure what it is he is hoping to accomplish. "Yea- like the little bits of information that make things what they are, that're passed on through the reproductive process when the male an' female of the species come together to reproduce an' marks 'em as belongin' to the same family? Those genetics."
the earth has music for those who listen
