Another pause as he considered it, frowning faintly as he did, and eyed one of his trees for a little pause.
"...Unicorns...?" A glance to Skisan, still considering it. "....No.... No, they mostly see into others... they don't talk much." A small sigh, frowning more, still trying to puzzle this out, even as unfocused as he still was. He put a hand up to rub his eyes in a way that suggested either that his biology was far more mundane in some of the ways that it worked than its appearance would suggest, or that he was actually a more conventional, less plant-based species in the waking world after all. That, or it was simply proof that ending up with tiny bits of annoyance in the inner corners of one's eyes after sleeping was just one of those seemingly universal experiences.
"But I haven't seen them for...." Another pause, frowning more. "....For....."
He glanced aside at one of the trees that'd come up to join him, looking entirely unsurprised by its approach... maybe if he included it in the conversation, it'd volunteer him some answers somehow? But if Skisan were listening himself, it didn't seem as though the trees were truly there, assuming they had compatible minds in the first place. This odd figure had suggested that they did, with how he'd spoken of them and sharing, but... these were probably dream-figments, rather than also-present dreamers themselves. "They stopped visiting.... and then someone else came to stay...."
Another pause. "I think I knew her... but.... Mmh....." Nope, not yet awake enough to pull up specifics. Maybe if he had coffee. Then again, he probably didn't actually know about coffee yet.
He looked back down again, rubbing over that thin scar, and brought up his other arm to check it over next. Did those plates slide out after all? ...Yes, and into a nice shield of sorts... with more of those thin scars, on closer inspection. He'd definitely been in a serious altercation before ending up in some sort of suspended state, and had healed -- or been healed? -- while he was out. And it had been a good job of it, too, though not entirely without evidence afterward....
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"...Unicorns...?" A glance to Skisan, still considering it. "....No.... No, they mostly see into others... they don't talk much." A small sigh, frowning more, still trying to puzzle this out, even as unfocused as he still was. He put a hand up to rub his eyes in a way that suggested either that his biology was far more mundane in some of the ways that it worked than its appearance would suggest, or that he was actually a more conventional, less plant-based species in the waking world after all. That, or it was simply proof that ending up with tiny bits of annoyance in the inner corners of one's eyes after sleeping was just one of those seemingly universal experiences.
"But I haven't seen them for...." Another pause, frowning more. "....For....."
He glanced aside at one of the trees that'd come up to join him, looking entirely unsurprised by its approach... maybe if he included it in the conversation, it'd volunteer him some answers somehow? But if Skisan were listening himself, it didn't seem as though the trees were truly there, assuming they had compatible minds in the first place. This odd figure had suggested that they did, with how he'd spoken of them and sharing, but... these were probably dream-figments, rather than also-present dreamers themselves. "They stopped visiting.... and then someone else came to stay...."
Another pause. "I think I knew her... but.... Mmh....." Nope, not yet awake enough to pull up specifics. Maybe if he had coffee. Then again, he probably didn't actually know about coffee yet.
He looked back down again, rubbing over that thin scar, and brought up his other arm to check it over next. Did those plates slide out after all? ...Yes, and into a nice shield of sorts... with more of those thin scars, on closer inspection. He'd definitely been in a serious altercation before ending up in some sort of suspended state, and had healed -- or been healed? -- while he was out. And it had been a good job of it, too, though not entirely without evidence afterward....
"....I don't feel her nearby...."