[Padparadscha has learnt by now not to be too concerned about people's reactions to them. After 3700 years of life, it's not something that ever strikes as all that important. But it is always interesting to see how people choose to make themselves known, and this one, it seems, is politer than most.
Padparadscha laughs a little, the sound deep and rolling, and shakes her hand back. The warmth of their own body is that of something warmed by the daylight, not from within, and their hand is solid as rock.]
Padparadscha. [They point to Ursula's hat.] Do humans wear those for a reason? They were never something I saw in my own world.
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Padparadscha laughs a little, the sound deep and rolling, and shakes her hand back. The warmth of their own body is that of something warmed by the daylight, not from within, and their hand is solid as rock.]
Padparadscha. [They point to Ursula's hat.] Do humans wear those for a reason? They were never something I saw in my own world.