Quickly, Mafyyil hums a few notes at every mothling present, ending with the one in Remi's hair. She resists the urge to double-check her own hair for stray entangled mothlings and absentmindedly notes that the rhythm of the mothlings' greeting would make a nice pattern for a poem. She shelves that thought; she doesn't have time for writing right now.
Mafyyil doesn't bother to inquire about Remi's wellbeing: Remi looks upset, as always when the topic is moths-used-as-transportation. She unsuccessfully tries to peek at Remi's notes, wondering why anyone would work even at a party. "Can you understand what they're saying?", she asks instead, thinking that when music-talking at moths she wouldn't want to accidentally insult anyone's mom or anything.
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Re: What are those and who are you? (Paging Remi, Ione, Sulen, Xiulan)
Date: 2020-01-10 10:50 pm (UTC)Mafyyil doesn't bother to inquire about Remi's wellbeing: Remi looks upset, as always when the topic is moths-used-as-transportation. She unsuccessfully tries to peek at Remi's notes, wondering why anyone would work even at a party. "Can you understand what they're saying?", she asks instead, thinking that when music-talking at moths she wouldn't want to accidentally insult anyone's mom or anything.