[Plenty of people in Deerington would have either sputtered in embarrassment, missed the innuendo, or otherwise shut him down. It was surprisingly rare for a Sleeper to catch the ball and toss it back at Vyng without missing a beat.
His lips curl into a knowing smile.]
One of many, no doubt.
[The detail about egg teeth is wild, though. When he first saw this elf with large eyes, a beak-like nose, and markings resembling plumage beneath the eyes of falcon, Vyng initially wondered if he was a druid with an unusual tell. But, no. Apparently, somewhere in the multi-verse, there's a world where elves descended from birds instead of trees.
Incredible. And kind of hilarious, actually. Elves back home typically prided themselves on keeping their feet firmly rooted to their Mother Tree.
By now, Vyng has given up on any pretense of continuing their meditation. He drops his earlier position and leans back against his palms, fingers idly digging into the coarse sand.]
we're all weirdos here
His lips curl into a knowing smile.]
One of many, no doubt.
[The detail about egg teeth is wild, though. When he first saw this elf with large eyes, a beak-like nose, and markings resembling plumage beneath the eyes of falcon, Vyng initially wondered if he was a druid with an unusual tell. But, no. Apparently, somewhere in the multi-verse, there's a world where elves descended from birds instead of trees.
Incredible. And kind of hilarious, actually. Elves back home typically prided themselves on keeping their feet firmly rooted to their Mother Tree.
By now, Vyng has given up on any pretense of continuing their meditation. He drops his earlier position and leans back against his palms, fingers idly digging into the coarse sand.]
Oh yeah? What else do they learn?