[Heat blazes along his cheekbones. Hopefully that was not too awkward to say? His brows pucker at the term 'French,' which he is unfamiliar with, despite the twinned language he speaks. He does understand the short bit she speaks of it. Even with the accent.
The thought of people, food, more comfortable rooms draw him, yet he's a bit nervous, thinking of it. Hopefully they will accept him, even if he is strange and can't fly well yet.]
I would like to. I was taught never to give up, and...I am hungry.
[His voice trails off a bit, shyly. He's not actually hungry for their sort of food, but he must fit in. And he does like the taste. He promises himself not to eat a good deal of it, since these people really do need it to survive.]
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[Heat blazes along his cheekbones. Hopefully that was not too awkward to say? His brows pucker at the term 'French,' which he is unfamiliar with, despite the twinned language he speaks. He does understand the short bit she speaks of it. Even with the accent.
The thought of people, food, more comfortable rooms draw him, yet he's a bit nervous, thinking of it. Hopefully they will accept him, even if he is strange and can't fly well yet.]
I would like to. I was taught never to give up, and...I am hungry.
[His voice trails off a bit, shyly. He's not actually hungry for their sort of food, but he must fit in. And he does like the taste. He promises himself not to eat a good deal of it, since these people really do need it to survive.]