hm… mortal, only in the sense that i can be destroyed in battle. but i have lived centuries and will continue on for many more if nothing impedes it.
( her apprehension doesn’t go unnoticed, his pale eyes studying her. )
how long have you been watching me? not that i mind.
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( hands folded at her waist, idly threading fingers through her knuckles. ever weary of the man’s strange habits && the wildlife’s unease in his presence, the moonchanter was careful not to settle too comfortably around him. )
and do you not consider
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+ sustenance i require holds little appeal to my mouth. it is simpler this way.
so, if you were ever to offer an invite to dinner… be prepared for a spectacle like this.
( he meets her gaze with a warm smile, eyes having a very faint, teasing flicker about them. )
kindness is rare enough these days that it should never be refused outright. as for why i do not eat it as others do…
( he pauses, watching the flame consume the rest with a shimmer. )
my nature is closer to this flame than to mortal flesh. whatever +
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( her approach was steadfast, albeit naturally guarded, the fawn at her heel sinking into the grass with a tremble. )
if one is kind enough to share their food .. may i ask why you do not eat it?
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ah, lady lauma… curious as ever.
( he turns slightly towards her, yellow eyes softening with amusement. )
it is what i prefer to do with food i’m given rather than eating it like most others do. i hope it does not disturb you too much…