( he doesn’t make an attempt to do much of anything for a moment.
in fact, there’s nothing but a tilt of his head and a little hum. always these damn personifications running about. )
Are you here to see Satire. I’m afraid he’s not around, if you are. But if you’re here to see me, then by all means, please sit.
Celeste knew of Satire, or rather she was aware of him and his existence.
And there was something that sparked bright within her, a thrum of a chord as she peered at Gale. She sensed the power and strength there and it set her features alight with something akin to curiosity.
❝— oh, uhm, I’m not really here for either, but I suppose it’d be fun
to settle down or steal some cookies – do you have cookies?❞