yourself a mortal being, mister flins?
( speech measured && carried on a calm breath, slightly inquisitive as her lips bloomed into a small, polite smile. )
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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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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…