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Mirithal´s words struck Ar´oa with the velocity and precision of an arrow. It, or rather her, spoke with the tone of someone who meant no harm in their words, only expressing a sense of tranquility. It was a common facade for Ar'oa's people. Yet this was no anubis, nor a regular sentient being. It seemed that Mirithal's wonder had never stopped finding new ways to bewilder and excite him.

[color=d4d691]"You are able to transform yourself at will?"[/color] he asked, his curiosity dripping through the cracks of his stoic behavior. [color=d4d691]"That reminds me of the spirits I would encounter in my homeland."[/color]

His ears perked up slightly. The voices of his elders once again snarled warnings from within his mind at his irresponsible displays of emotion. He ignored them entirely. This was one of his goals, to satisfy his intense curiosity. No clan members were around to scold him for pivoting towards a surprise conversation and he intended to take complete advantage of that.

[color=d4d691]"I have lived a life far away from the flora that many take for granted, and I am currently unaware of how to speak with you in a manner your culture could deem appropriate."[/color] His dark eyes bored through Mirithal's features like sunbeams, alight with a passion and a need to illuminate the dark. [color=d4d691]"Yes, I am cautious, but I feel as if it is rather obvious why. Please tell me about yourself." [/color]

The inquiring tone that very briefly pulsed through his words was reminiscent of how one appropriately behaved around spirits, dancing around their wordplay and making the unpredictability mutual. It was born from habit and unintentional, yet he could feel a small kick of adrenaline beating steadily. He thought of Mirithal some more and realized that perhaps... it could assist him with his mission?