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It doesn’t look like a butterfly, but nevertheless Xiulan thinks of one as a mothling circles above her hand in an speculative way. There is something deliberate rather than reflexive to the way she uncurls her fingers further from her palm to allow a sufficient landing zone.

”Adult moths are used in certain timelines as the biological components of our ships.”

She looks back at Remi, noting his tone. “I’m guessing they didn’t volunteer for that,” she says quietly.

Mafyyil’s appearance - both the event of it and the elements - forestalls a further question. The pistol she takes note of, but the flowers are truly what take a moment to process. They’re attached.

“I’m Xiulan,” she replies. “Pleased to meet you.”

There’s a lot to take in, what with the successive revelations of the sentient ship components, people with flowers growing out of them, a musical language and, here we go, another introduction. She introduces herself to Reshad in turn.

“Do the moths interact with pulsars somehow?” she asks of the group at large. Clearly the mothlings are not a surprise to any of them. “Or, electromagnetism in general?”

[What does a mothling feel like?:D]
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