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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

Tania's claim and floating infront of him caused his head to tilt a little bit.  [color=lightgreen]"Play?  Small soft barks trade information for playing?"[/color]  The 'tail' Mirithal had as part of his form wagged a little bit and his hands twitched almost like that prancing it did when it was a giant monster tree like a dog waiting to go for a walk.  The face remained expressionless but body language, Mirithal gave alot away.

[color=lightgreen]"Spending time with you Tania isn't work.  I would like that."[/color]  From the horn, a bud would sprout and begin to grow into a ripening apple.  Indeed, alot of little things, tiny berries, moss, even a grape seemed to be growing from his form with the excitement of his first meaningful social interaction with another of the race that didn't involve weapons, or atleast he hoped it wasnt.  For now, Tania's glow of yellow set the Veidish at ease.

Its dark eyes looked away from Tania with the slightest upturn of his head.  Very calmly.  [color=lightgreen]"I don't know what soft barks play.  The sproutlings had a few games.  Maybe chasing beasts.  Or grow something new.  Or pollinating.  Or sculpting and pruning.  Or throw the rock.  Or knock down the stone.  Or find the roots.  Or-"[/color]  Mirithal suddenly stopped talking, simply standing there motionless and expressionless for a little bit as his body seemed to stop growing its little bits of life.  [color=lightgreen]"This one is sorry.  Sometimes I get excited."[/color]