Feldspar shows up sans spacesuit, tattered clothes barely hanging together loosely clinging to their frame. They should get new clothes - these are clearly ruined - but they’re still doing the job, aren’t they?
They take a single glance towards file in Sym’s hand and then decides to promptly ignore it. “Hey, what’ve you got for us?”
“Since there’s more of them than us that seems like a good idea.”
In their younger days they might have flopped down into the couch beside Sym, but they grab hold of the arm and lower themselves down slower, just out of caution.
“Big, yeah,” they frown. “But not that diverse. We’ve got forests and mountains, some snow at the poles. Nothing like this.”
The fish are fascinating, at least until the fish living deeper in the sea are introduced. Feldspar visibly tenses as a small anglerfish, different yet somehow so similar, swims across the screen.
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They take a single glance towards file in Sym’s hand and then decides to promptly ignore it. “Hey, what’ve you got for us?”
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In their younger days they might have flopped down into the couch beside Sym, but they grab hold of the arm and lower themselves down slower, just out of caution.
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He sits forward, taking it all in.
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Feldspar sits back quietly and watches, hands between their legs as they lean forward.
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"It's so - big. And diverse," he mutters. "Is Timber Hearth like that?"
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The fish are fascinating, at least until the fish living deeper in the sea are introduced. Feldspar visibly tenses as a small anglerfish, different yet somehow so similar, swims across the screen.
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"That one has very sharp teeth," he observes. "And what an interesting way to capture its prey."
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“Yeah,” they exhale, “yeah, ain’t that something?”
They have to tell themselves to relax before they’re able to do it. It was just jarring to see a similar creature suddenly pop up on screen.