03-17-2022, 11:52 PM
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Laertes was no old soul. He had no tragic nor very interesting backstory. All he had were tarot and a gift for illusions. One might have said that his entire existence thus far had been such an illusion. There was no trace of Laertes in the annals of history.
The same could not be said of the smaller feline he'd happened upon today. Hearing the last snippet of her sentence Laertes could practically feel his brow furrowing. Was she talking to a plant as though it were sentient? She was dead? No, he must have misheard. Laertes was not so used to the strangeness of others, having lived his whole life with family. It still struck him odd everyone he met with such differing physical appearances. He thought it'd been bizarre that he was a discolored hybrid, now he saw the many many shapes and colors they all came in. Normal didn't exist here. So he couldn't take sentient plants off the table.
Though the clacking of talons surely made his presence known eons ago Laertes still half-heartedly cleared his throat before casually speaking "Do you meet plants with souls very often?". A slight grin on his large maw that didn't quite make it to his eyes. New people were...well, new. He hadn't quite gotten the rhythm of casual conversation yet, his apprehension or nerves still making themselves apparent. "I don't mean to intrude. I'm Laertes." he spoke, gingerly placing himself about a dozen feet away from the bioluminescent serval with the air that he could easily leave if his presence was unappreciated.
The same could not be said of the smaller feline he'd happened upon today. Hearing the last snippet of her sentence Laertes could practically feel his brow furrowing. Was she talking to a plant as though it were sentient? She was dead? No, he must have misheard. Laertes was not so used to the strangeness of others, having lived his whole life with family. It still struck him odd everyone he met with such differing physical appearances. He thought it'd been bizarre that he was a discolored hybrid, now he saw the many many shapes and colors they all came in. Normal didn't exist here. So he couldn't take sentient plants off the table.
Though the clacking of talons surely made his presence known eons ago Laertes still half-heartedly cleared his throat before casually speaking "Do you meet plants with souls very often?". A slight grin on his large maw that didn't quite make it to his eyes. New people were...well, new. He hadn't quite gotten the rhythm of casual conversation yet, his apprehension or nerves still making themselves apparent. "I don't mean to intrude. I'm Laertes." he spoke, gingerly placing himself about a dozen feet away from the bioluminescent serval with the air that he could easily leave if his presence was unappreciated.