[Palamedes glances at Paul with what can only be described as brief concern; he's seen a big monster worm up close? Palamedes can't say he's sure he'd be able to keep it together if he faced down a void full of teeth, and he likes to believe he's faced down some somewhat-comparable horrors. He supposes he can see the merit in something so unthinkably horrifying that it loops back around into being awe-inducing.
Maybe. Paul talks about these worms — An open eye full of teeth — far more evocatively than the actual creature would be to him, Palamedes Sextus, standing in front of one, he's sure. Let something be said for the drama of it; he hums, brow quirked as he takes in the cinnamon smell, putting a pin in that for later.]
That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. A genuine top five. Having the right questions is my hobby, after all.
[Haha. But really, actually. He thinks for a moment.]
You said you were born somewhere else, but — it sounds like it suits you. Your Arrakis. A place like that demands someone treat it with the proper respect, I imagine; you could.
[And like a tidy punctuation mark, the sound of hooves scuffing along the terrace drifts over the steady drip-drip-drip of the rain. Palamedes looks up — Ah, he says — and then moves to stand, offering Paul a hand as he does.
The magic deer is here. Maybe they should talk to it. Hmhm.]
That's our cue. Remember: I'll be along within the hour to help with those crystals, so try not to go anywhere else before then, alright? Specifically not any more of these.
[He wags a finger in a circle; these, the memories. Please, sit still somewhere. He nods and turns to look at the deer.]
Okay? See you soon.
[Good news: he will be there inside an hour, as promised. Bad news: hubris in the form of his own stupid crystal joints, but he'll get to those after.]
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Maybe. Paul talks about these worms — An open eye full of teeth — far more evocatively than the actual creature would be to him, Palamedes Sextus, standing in front of one, he's sure. Let something be said for the drama of it; he hums, brow quirked as he takes in the cinnamon smell, putting a pin in that for later.]
That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. A genuine top five. Having the right questions is my hobby, after all.
[Haha. But really, actually. He thinks for a moment.]
You said you were born somewhere else, but — it sounds like it suits you. Your Arrakis. A place like that demands someone treat it with the proper respect, I imagine; you could.
[And like a tidy punctuation mark, the sound of hooves scuffing along the terrace drifts over the steady drip-drip-drip of the rain. Palamedes looks up — Ah, he says — and then moves to stand, offering Paul a hand as he does.
The magic deer is here. Maybe they should talk to it. Hmhm.]
That's our cue. Remember: I'll be along within the hour to help with those crystals, so try not to go anywhere else before then, alright? Specifically not any more of these.
[He wags a finger in a circle; these, the memories. Please, sit still somewhere. He nods and turns to look at the deer.]
Okay? See you soon.
[Good news: he will be there inside an hour, as promised. Bad news: hubris in the form of his own stupid crystal joints, but he'll get to those after.]