[He blinks, stiffening and refocusing his gaze to take in the details of the insect.]
I've heard of these... omens, no?
[Too new, to have one himself, and he'll take longer to manifest one than most even once he's something like settled.]
Supposedly, they say something deep and innate about a person.
[He turns the bottle in his hands, watching the omen from a different angle. Pretty, as bugs go.]
I know what to call you now. Moths navigate through celestial orientation, typically by using the moon to maintain a straight line in flight. The angle guides them.
[He opens the bottle again, tips it up carefully, just to taste it. It is honeyed, smooth, with a bite that makes him cough. He offers it to Illarion, if only to see if he has any desire to imbibe as one undead.]
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I've heard of these... omens, no?
[Too new, to have one himself, and he'll take longer to manifest one than most even once he's something like settled.]
Supposedly, they say something deep and innate about a person.
[He turns the bottle in his hands, watching the omen from a different angle. Pretty, as bugs go.]
I know what to call you now. Moths navigate through celestial orientation, typically by using the moon to maintain a straight line in flight. The angle guides them.
[He opens the bottle again, tips it up carefully, just to taste it. It is honeyed, smooth, with a bite that makes him cough. He offers it to Illarion, if only to see if he has any desire to imbibe as one undead.]
I like Moonsight.