an investigation on ruins

kaimana

how beautiful the leaves grow old

You are less than confident in the understanding and cognitive ability of the stranger - sorry, the looker - but you nod along all the same. Though the carried commentary on comparison to critters continues to cause you some level of conundrum, and you crinkle your nose confusedly. "How d'you know they won't?" you ask, part curious, part defensive of your sister's accuracy in her accounts.

The fangs are a perfect distraction, though, and you move forward as he bares them further, peering unabashedly at the sharpened teeth. "We've seen fangs in non-human animals, an' in partial shifts," you correct the Looker absently, still fascinated by this development. "But I've never met an Ascended before."

Drawing back abruptly you straighten up, brown eyes wide with open excitement. "This is great! We can do so much research with you! What happens when you go in the sun? And when you drink blood? D'ya still eat food like other races?"

how full of light and color are their last days