"Oh, you have magic? You're an abandoned?" This interests you mostly as another thing to note about Peter; you do not feel any particular biases toward or against any of the races. Perched on your branch, you regard the older man curiously. "What's different about it now? D'ya like it more? Do you feel different?"
The bone luxere is named Apricum, a very nice name for a very nice creature. Without much thought you drop down further, landing on the ground with a solid whump and settling into a squat. Brown eyes never leave the luxere, and the smile on your face is bright with childlike wonder. Extending a hand toward Apricum you do not even try to hide your delight. "I've never seen anythin' like you, I think! You're so beautiful- how're you standin'? You must be kept together with magic- d'ya even count as being alive if you don't have any organs or a nervous system?" So many laws of nature defied, and you adore it even more for that.
