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"I should have expected that by the looks of it." She relented, and cast a long glance back to where the others were. "Maybe I'll see if any of the others would like to come get involved..."
Rommer's gaze snapped up to her, relieved to focus on anything but the fluttery ball of sunshine that so perplexed him. "I thought the only reason you came to get me was because--"
"Oh hush, I'll be back in a minute. The fresh air is good for you anyway."

"I can get her started after." Zynfi said as Jylty traipsed away. She looked at the scattering of seeds in front of them and frowned. "What are you in the mood for? Something bright? Any color preferences?"

He looked over the seeds, wondering what sort of impact he wanted to leave on the foreign landscape that would house them. A simple flowering vine was too flimsy and prone to an easy death at the first sign of trouble. Perhaps a more pernicious growth, a manifestation-- however small-- of his anger, something that would poison or irritate or otherwise be a nuisance in passive rebellion for years to come? Or perhaps a great big tree, with persistent roots taking hold and cracking their way through any paltry human edifice that has the gall to contain it? Something hardy, significant and massive, representative of the enduring Sangrian spirit? Or perhaps he was overthinking it all, he realized, as he reached down and grabbed a hefty looking pit.
"How about this one?"

"That's an avocado pit." Zynfi laughed. "We could plant that. Or how about this one?" she held up a small whorl of a seed. Its skin was bumpy and faintly blue. "This is an Icthus Altirius. It's interesting because it's native to both Sangria and Altair. Fun fact! The Sangrian one only grows in sunlight, and the Altirian one only grows in the shade."

"That seems oddly on the nose." He remarked.

"I don't know." Zynfi said. "Is Sangria very sunny? I would imagine you don't need much shade if you spend most of your time out at night. And Altair's got plenty of trees so it's always shady."

"I suppose that's true. There's not a huge amount of tall foliage in Sangria once you get off sea level." He scrutinized her with a quick sideways glance, trying in vain to read past her enthused expression in search of anything darker or, well... anything at all. Somehow, out of all the Lumanliscs he'd caught in glimpses over the past few days, the one beside him now seemed to intrigue him the most.

She gave him a pensive little smile, the bridge of her nose wrinking between her eyes. "I'd love to visit Sangria one day. I know it's not in the cards, but... could you tell me more about what it's like? Do they all wear these dark cloaks and things? Doesn't it get terribly warm?"

"Here, I'll trade you, fact for fact," he proposed, allowing his squat to transition into a proper sit. "Sangria has a generally temperate climate. More so if you only ever go out at nighttime."