"At present, they belong to nobody." His tone is light and whimsical, coupled with a sly look as he peers back at Nita again over his shoulder. With a flourish, he reaches out a slim hand (one sporting a curious leather glove) to turn one of the bibiru carvings just so; a bit of light from the common room strikes the wood grain at just the right angle to bring out the intricate detailing done on the little creature's folded wings. But for its size and composition, it looks startlingly lifelike.
He sighs. "It is no matter, of course. They shall find their way." A moment later and he turns to Nita properly, dipping his head in greeting. "I am called the Fool. What shall I call you?"
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"At present, they belong to nobody." His tone is light and whimsical, coupled with a sly look as he peers back at Nita again over his shoulder. With a flourish, he reaches out a slim hand (one sporting a curious leather glove) to turn one of the bibiru carvings just so; a bit of light from the common room strikes the wood grain at just the right angle to bring out the intricate detailing done on the little creature's folded wings. But for its size and composition, it looks startlingly lifelike.
He sighs. "It is no matter, of course. They shall find their way." A moment later and he turns to Nita properly, dipping his head in greeting. "I am called the Fool. What shall I call you?"