"The pleasure is mine." Pleasantries are an easy thing, something well-remembered and quickly employed, but honestly... Luke's attention is pulled almost immediately to the butterfly on the man's shoulder. His fond expression ought to be familiar, close as Hythlodaeus was to Hermes and his creations. It's clear even through his half-mask, a faint sparkle to bright eyes. "Are you an insect person?" It's a departure from what they're here for, a small dip into probing for information. Mayhap it's nothing of import to the ancient, but it clearly has some value to the aurorian.
Which, given the fact that he's still existing mostly with his insect friends in their usual little capsules and kept as part of his outfit, might be plain enough to Hythlodaeus' eyes. In any case, he's quite content to spend some time conversing before devolving into work - one should put one's heart into training, after all, and thus converse prior.
An insect person? Hythlodaeus glances at the butterfly on his shoulder. "Ah- butterflies and other insects are some of the least taxing creations to be made. I'm unused to working within these boundaries, and so practice seemed to be in order."
But it's hard not to see the look in Luke's eyes, nor the insects in capsules on his outfit. "You seem fond of them, however." Which does remind him of Hermes, in a way. Surely Luke would be upset if Hythlodaeus reverted the butterfly to its previous state, the same way Hermes would be, so when the creature begins to fly off he lets it go. The Manna spent on it was of little import.
"To be made?" It's a phrasing that doesn't go amiss, certainly. Luke's gaze glances between the butterfly and its... apparent maker, curiosity crossing his face. Creatures certainly had different abilities here, but what a truly intriguing one...
"Ah, yes. My insects and I are rather inseparable most of the time." His lips curl in faintly embarrassed amusement, head tilting slightly. "Though many seem much more afraid of them. Butterflies perhaps the least of all, so I normally don't get to free them to stretch when around others." Hythlodaeus is correct in more ways than he can imagine regarding the man's reaction to insects and, well, death itself, so it's really probably best when the butterfly flutters off. "That is a bit of a digression, I apologise." Certainly not what they're here for.
In answer, Hythlodaeus takes note of the shape and form of one of the other insects Luke possesses, and waves a hand- the creature forms in a display of soft sparkles, a large purple and red butterfly this time.
He thinks it's endearing that the man cares for the insects so, even if Hythlodaeus doesn't share the sentiment. To be such a kind and gentle soul towards such creatures surely speaks well of his character. "Here- a friend for your travels, if you would take it." The butterfly lands on Hythlodaeus' outstretched finger, and he offers it to Luke carefully.
"And now, before I spend all of my Manna... what we came here to do, yes." He giggles, obviously not minding in the least.
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Which, given the fact that he's still existing mostly with his insect friends in their usual little capsules and kept as part of his outfit, might be plain enough to Hythlodaeus' eyes. In any case, he's quite content to spend some time conversing before devolving into work - one should put one's heart into training, after all, and thus converse prior.
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But it's hard not to see the look in Luke's eyes, nor the insects in capsules on his outfit. "You seem fond of them, however." Which does remind him of Hermes, in a way. Surely Luke would be upset if Hythlodaeus reverted the butterfly to its previous state, the same way Hermes would be, so when the creature begins to fly off he lets it go. The Manna spent on it was of little import.
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"Ah, yes. My insects and I are rather inseparable most of the time." His lips curl in faintly embarrassed amusement, head tilting slightly. "Though many seem much more afraid of them. Butterflies perhaps the least of all, so I normally don't get to free them to stretch when around others." Hythlodaeus is correct in more ways than he can imagine regarding the man's reaction to insects and, well, death itself, so it's really probably best when the butterfly flutters off. "That is a bit of a digression, I apologise." Certainly not what they're here for.
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He thinks it's endearing that the man cares for the insects so, even if Hythlodaeus doesn't share the sentiment. To be such a kind and gentle soul towards such creatures surely speaks well of his character. "Here- a friend for your travels, if you would take it." The butterfly lands on Hythlodaeus' outstretched finger, and he offers it to Luke carefully.
"And now, before I spend all of my Manna... what we came here to do, yes." He giggles, obviously not minding in the least.