[He gives her a soft smile as she lays back, and it's his turn to move his fingers through her pink hair, marveling at both the color of it -- pale as roses, and nearly as soft. It's definitely her hair, too; not a wig, as part of him suspected. It's not sexual, really, which may surprise him with a woman who's so forward about that sort of thing. He's simply admiring, and she's comfortable, and he is definitely comfortable.]

Well, certainly. Though I hear they're more relegated to warfare, like you said, than, ah... private zoos. [Which is the only zoo he knows of. The nobility showing off their acquisitions. Rare animals from the south, from Zerrikania, some even claiming to have dragons or their mutant offspring, like cockatrices.

He was fascinated by this idea, and really, the more he thinks of it, the more it reflects the theory of the spheres. Perhaps they, too, suffered some sort of Conjunction, or a separation? That their planes could carry the same things, that words could mean the same... in some way, they must be related, musn't they?

Mm. The thoughts floated freely, and while they may have bothered him before, they were much easier to release into the ether now.]

People hunt them there, too. For ivory. I had no idea they were so intelligent, though.

[Without thought, his arm goes around her to hold her there, head tipped against the top of hers so he needn't hold it up so much.

He already knows he wouldn't mind that at all.]

I would be honored to grace your company once again. And, you know, if you see my wagon out in the Horizon, you're welcome to come aboard. I travel most of the time. Or -- ah. The vineyard. You can come see the vineyard.

[He has a feeling Julie would appreciate a nice bottle of wine.]