Llewellyn hummed with interest, pushing a carton he was finished with across the table. “Mage Mist?” That was interesting, not entirely strange, but interesting. It made him wonder what other plants had different names, or if there were flowers he didn’t know at all, like the one in Inesa’s shop. Then there was the meaning...
“That seems fitting. They certainly do ‘endure’ as you say. It’s interesting to think that the meaning made sense in my world to me, and yet I find that the meaning in yours makes just as much sense.” He smiled, looking rather pleased to have learned something.
The laughter gets a different sort of look, thoughtful but no less happy to hear.
Satisfied with what he had on his plate for now, he took a bite and considered the idea. It had been a compliment, but he supposed what Rhy said was right. “I imagine that to be true, you do have to navigate rather complex social circles. Mm... by comparison, I could stand to learn a few things.”
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“That seems fitting. They certainly do ‘endure’ as you say. It’s interesting to think that the meaning made sense in my world to me, and yet I find that the meaning in yours makes just as much sense.” He smiled, looking rather pleased to have learned something.
The laughter gets a different sort of look, thoughtful but no less happy to hear.
Satisfied with what he had on his plate for now, he took a bite and considered the idea. It had been a compliment, but he supposed what Rhy said was right. “I imagine that to be true, you do have to navigate rather complex social circles. Mm... by comparison, I could stand to learn a few things.”