Rutile has put the moon out of their head. The moon may as well not even exist for all the consideration they are giving it. In fact, they may never mention the moon again, or anything on it. Just watch them.
Their eyebrows rise when Padparadscha doesn't so much as smear their powder. Certainly a well-applied coat will hold up to friction and even to moisture, for a time, but the material was never hardy enough to hold up to deliberate scratches. Rutile reaches out to take Padparadscha's hand with the intent of looking at it more closely. It hardly matters - if something was that different they would have noticed by now - but old habits die hard.
"Do you know what it is, or how it's made? I'd love to do a comparison. I suppose the technology for it here is beyond us, but perhaps there's an analogous way to synthesize it... "
They can't keep the excitement from their voice, though they give it a good shot. Their gaze flicks back to Padparadscha.
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Their eyebrows rise when Padparadscha doesn't so much as smear their powder. Certainly a well-applied coat will hold up to friction and even to moisture, for a time, but the material was never hardy enough to hold up to deliberate scratches. Rutile reaches out to take Padparadscha's hand with the intent of looking at it more closely. It hardly matters - if something was that different they would have noticed by now - but old habits die hard.
"Do you know what it is, or how it's made? I'd love to do a comparison. I suppose the technology for it here is beyond us, but perhaps there's an analogous way to synthesize it... "
They can't keep the excitement from their voice, though they give it a good shot. Their gaze flicks back to Padparadscha.
"What are you waiting for? Lead the way."