A chipped eyebrow was raised in an intrigued fashion, and a hand stretched to shake the other’s. ‘Incantato, madam. Preserve that softness, it’s hard to come by and very precious’
The blemmigan screeched, and the Scientist quickly returned to their bite-control activities.
‘They call me the Star-Collared Scientist, I suppose that my garments speak for themselves’
He fidgeted with the star-dotted shawl still wrapped around his neck despite being indoor, uncovering a shard of dark-inked throat. It quickly got hidden again.
Raising up to meet the lady’s eyes, they shot a shy, charming smile at her. ‘But some folks use Larix. You can be one of them, if you’d so like’