Bitter Taste

They both watch as the stone sinks: united briefly by their curiosity, if nothing more. It happens slowly, but with less excitement than Seiji anticipated. Just a stone swallowed by darkness. Perhaps it makes a bigger impression to see living things thus destroyed. Perhaps he has become desensitized to terror. Convinced, though, that he ought to avoid the tar, Seiji turns to blink at he girl. He supposes she must be wise, must know her way around here a little, but he has no idea how to ask her what he wants to ask. Maybe if he continues conversation, the subject will arise naturally. Maybe... His eyes skate from her face back toward the wings at her sides, and his thoughts snag on something she said a bit ago — "I can't fly". He blinks at them, but he sees nothing wrong with the mass of feathers. Not to his eyes — and he is familiar with the structure of birds, even if he has never taken to the sky himself. His gaze lifts to the empty vault above them, thoughtful for a moment, before it falls once more to the girl. He motions delicately at her wings, wondering at once if the question is offensive. But — she did bring it up. And he wonders now if she is hurt, if something happened to her that he cannot see. His nose pushes in the direction of the nearest wing, though he stops far short of touching her. Blinks. Tilts his head a little. Why can't you fly? Perhaps she had no mother to teach her. That would be a sad thing, indeed.

ooc// Nah ;)
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