Jess blew upwards at the dirt splotched over her nose. She hummed, but did not do anything else in response...just yet. She could take some time to think. “Very funny, you overgrown magpie. Well...if you need something built, there might actually be something for me to [i]do[/i] in this. Actually, you know what? A hundred-fifty thousand Veruhn says I’ll build the best damn whatever-it’s-called here.”

Senjen lifted a hand and waved the Tindrel over. “Well then, feel free to pick a spot and join us.” He encouraged them. He had not gotten to know as many Tindrel, nor as closely, as other species during his time on Korit, so he could not guess as much about their guest member just on observation. Hopefully,  Pclendafuun would be open to talking. 

While the Tindrel had a moment to decide what to do, Senjen focused back on Ruknar. “Yeah, I say it does. Day and night has always been mostly the same to me, to be fair. It is for most Utaysi, I think. We don’t sleep, and I don’t think there is going to be any Utaysi frame not equipped to see in the dark, but I think there’s just something more vibrant about the world under sunlight, you know? Being out in nature like this, feeling the warmth on my frame, it makes me wonder if I’m feeling something close to what our creators felt when they walked Orostro? They were diurnal, and cold-blooded, so I imagine they spent a lot of time basking in the sunlight. That particular instinct didn’t transfer over to us. I don’t think Mother Marae wanted us to be longing for the sun for a thousand years while we were trapped in a bunker. Still, it’s a nice thought.”