Rutile feels very little sensation, truthfully, and the gentle pressure of the child’s fingers is not enough for them to register. It is amusing to note the innocent curiosity in his eyes, far more so than any other organic creatures thus far; his has the note of wonder rather than confusion, a fascination with the world for what it is, rather than for why it is different. (It is much harder than Rutile anticipated - being different.)
When he wrenches his hand away they retreat more slowly, sliding their fingers back into a glove that is a little the worse for wear.
“Will you do it?”
They are taken by even more surprise. It has never, not since they were born, been Rutile’s job to name something. Though they were nearly as adept at identifying gems as Adamant, it was never one of their duties. That kind of responsibility is quite beyond them; for a human, whose names arbitrary, it becomes even more crucial.
“I don’t know,” they say honestly. “I think I am probably as qualified as you. I would just refer to you as Child, or perhaps Dreamer, since both of those describe you adequately...
“Or,” they realize suddenly, “we could call you according to your job. Is there anything you particularly like to do?”
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When he wrenches his hand away they retreat more slowly, sliding their fingers back into a glove that is a little the worse for wear.
“Will you do it?”
They are taken by even more surprise. It has never, not since they were born, been Rutile’s job to name something. Though they were nearly as adept at identifying gems as Adamant, it was never one of their duties. That kind of responsibility is quite beyond them; for a human, whose names arbitrary, it becomes even more crucial.
“I don’t know,” they say honestly. “I think I am probably as qualified as you. I would just refer to you as Child, or perhaps Dreamer, since both of those describe you adequately...
“Or,” they realize suddenly, “we could call you according to your job. Is there anything you particularly like to do?”