There's a dissonance to the way the mothling feels compared to what her eyes show her; she realizes it as she glances away and then back. It's not unpleasant, but it is unique. She puts her other hand up toward the undulating tentacles and finds herself receiving a 'handshake' of sorts. Not even having had any of the drugs from the buffet, she obligingly bobs her hand up and down a little in reciprocation. Because why not.
"I'm interested in hearing more about that," Xiulan replies to Reshad. Her general demenaour continues to project cordialness, though the shrewdness that flashed in her gaze before has remained. She appears genuinely interested in what Reshad and Remi have to share about the mothlings. Her attention roves during it however, eyes flicking whenever someone else enters the room, Eddox, Seyli, and Jedao each getting a quick twice over upon appearance. It seems reflexive.
The Nirai's comment about a pulsar being fifty light years causes her eyes to flare a little, eye-makeup making it a little more obvious than it might otherwise have been. "Impressive."
The revelation of Mafyyil's artistic pursuit particulars is...yet another thing left out of the briefing materials. "Do you write propaganda poetry for the rebellion?" she asks the Hafn. It is, for intents and purposes, a question in serious garb.
And to everyone nearby again, "Are all space-faring vessels called moths regardless or does it always imply the presence of a biological moth?"
[I have a coworker who was in the Secret Service years ago and eating at a restaurant in an airport with him once was an experience. I have never met anyone else in person who so reflexively checked out every movement in the vicinity. Xiulan is probably not being QUITE that bad about it. Maybe.]
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Re: Legume poetry
Date: 2020-01-12 03:08 am (UTC)"I'm interested in hearing more about that," Xiulan replies to Reshad. Her general demenaour continues to project cordialness, though the shrewdness that flashed in her gaze before has remained. She appears genuinely interested in what Reshad and Remi have to share about the mothlings. Her attention roves during it however, eyes flicking whenever someone else enters the room, Eddox, Seyli, and Jedao each getting a quick twice over upon appearance. It seems reflexive.
The Nirai's comment about a pulsar being fifty light years causes her eyes to flare a little, eye-makeup making it a little more obvious than it might otherwise have been. "Impressive."
The revelation of Mafyyil's artistic pursuit particulars is...yet another thing left out of the briefing materials. "Do you write propaganda poetry for the rebellion?" she asks the Hafn. It is, for intents and purposes, a question in serious garb.
And to everyone nearby again, "Are all space-faring vessels called moths regardless or does it always imply the presence of a biological moth?"
[I have a coworker who was in the Secret Service years ago and eating at a restaurant in an airport with him once was an experience. I have never met anyone else in person who so reflexively checked out every movement in the vicinity. Xiulan is probably not being QUITE that bad about it. Maybe.]