Likewise, [Myr agrees with rueful humor.] It's altogether too cold and wet here.
[No reptile, he, but a child of the desert all the same. Most anything would be colder and wetter than Hasmal, and he's on the record for Not Liking It.
The garden beyond the door is a patchwork of bare ground, dormant plants, and well-maintained greenery--the lattermost primarily food species, though there's a plot of happily flowering cyclamens by one of the garden walls. It is unoccupied by anything larger (warmer) than a cat, and the wormipede seems to be the only heat signature left in the cottage as they step out.
Myr heads with uncanny accuracy for a stone bench set beneath a trellis that would be flowering, were it summer.]
I hope not myself. [The Faun's lost some of his usual cheer, as he stops by the bench.] Though--before we get into that, I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever had a Naga over before. Is there something I can get you to, [sit on, no,] make you more comfortable at your ease?
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[No reptile, he, but a child of the desert all the same. Most anything would be colder and wetter than Hasmal, and he's on the record for Not Liking It.
The garden beyond the door is a patchwork of bare ground, dormant plants, and well-maintained greenery--the lattermost primarily food species, though there's a plot of happily flowering cyclamens by one of the garden walls. It is unoccupied by anything larger (warmer) than a cat, and the wormipede seems to be the only heat signature left in the cottage as they step out.
Myr heads with uncanny accuracy for a stone bench set beneath a trellis that would be flowering, were it summer.]
I hope not myself. [The Faun's lost some of his usual cheer, as he stops by the bench.] Though--before we get into that, I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever had a Naga over before. Is there something I can get you to, [sit on, no,] make you more comfortable at your ease?