"I apologize for the wait. Welcome to Anovel's Antiques. ...Excuse me, but you're a Gem, aren't you?"
At Trahearne's approach, Antarcticite looks up from considering the kedan spirit house, and looks the apparent shopkeeper over in curiosity. They've seen many living things in their time here, but Trahearne might be the most unique they've seen yet; a speaking plant, and one who has evidently encountered other gems in his time here.
"Ah, yes," they say, recalling their manners, and straighten their narrow shoulders. They dip their head in a quick greeting. "I am Antarcticite. You've met Rutile, or Padparadscha?"
(Their interest in the spirit houses has been diverted only temporarily, however, judging how their gaze continuously drifts back towards it.)
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At Trahearne's approach, Antarcticite looks up from considering the kedan spirit house, and looks the apparent shopkeeper over in curiosity. They've seen many living things in their time here, but Trahearne might be the most unique they've seen yet; a speaking plant, and one who has evidently encountered other gems in his time here.
"Ah, yes," they say, recalling their manners, and straighten their narrow shoulders. They dip their head in a quick greeting. "I am Antarcticite. You've met Rutile, or Padparadscha?"
(Their interest in the spirit houses has been diverted only temporarily, however, judging how their gaze continuously drifts back towards it.)