[ Knees soggy, a smudge of dirt on his chin, Sholmes takes the other offered hand with a muttered thanks. After cleaning up his own coat front, he plucks at some debris clinging to Mikotoba's back, gives it a sniff and wrinkles his nose. Hopefully that's not guano.
As if this situation wasn't strange enough, Sholmes cocks his head at those respectful words. The languages overlap, like two tones playing in harmony, or maybe the two sides of a stereoscopic print stitching into one--as pleasant as it is odd. Perhaps the magic is straddling his passing knowledge of Japanese?
He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the ents, cautiously mirroring the wave. ]
Does your companion mean for us to follow? [ Sholmes looks askance at the large ent. He certainly hopes so; whatever lies ahead looks promising. ]
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As if this situation wasn't strange enough, Sholmes cocks his head at those respectful words. The languages overlap, like two tones playing in harmony, or maybe the two sides of a stereoscopic print stitching into one--as pleasant as it is odd. Perhaps the magic is straddling his passing knowledge of Japanese?
He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the ents, cautiously mirroring the wave. ]
Does your companion mean for us to follow? [ Sholmes looks askance at the large ent. He certainly hopes so; whatever lies ahead looks promising. ]