With a brief laugh he shook his head,
"Even if I knew what to look for I'd pick up the wrong thing and get myself killed." It wasn't that he was clumsy or stupid, it was that almost all of his grace and intellect went into the arts of war. On the ground, with no one or thing trying to take his life or threaten anything he cared about he tended to knock into things, pick up other people's drinks believing they were his own, and say the wrong thing to the wrong people. His older brother had endlessly mocked him about knocking over or into furniture when his wings had began to grow in earnest as puberty hit. Sometimes Rai wondered if he was still growing used to them as they effected his balance on his feet.
Since he'd entered the shop he had been concentrating with half his mind at all times to simply not knock over any of the many bottles and vials. One moment of thoughtlessness and a wing tip would sweep across a shelf and he'd have another shop keeper who had banned him from their business.
Glancing down at the little packet of weeds that had joined his growing pile of purchases he said, "What would happen if I ate like, all of it at once? Would I get... over hydrated?"
Raithen wasn't sure that was a thing, but if it was a thing he'd end up absentmindedly snacking on the roots and make himself sick.
"...No?" Was his first answer, he tended to tan rather than burn but he hadn't spent extended time in the desert since the training he'd gotten in school. "I guess I usually just make my own shade?"
His Avialae blood kept him from ever getting too cold and his Sun Elf blood seemed, so far, to have protected him from being sun burnt, but there was no harm in making sure, he supposed. Also, he kinda wanted to stay and keep talking. At this moment his instincts for keeping himself safe slammed his eyes to the side where something long and slim was moving. They calmed down when he saw it was a non-venomous snake, but they were replaced instantly with slightly wide eyed, hand-itching desire to touch.
"Even if I knew what to look for I'd pick up the wrong thing and get myself killed." It wasn't that he was clumsy or stupid, it was that almost all of his grace and intellect went into the arts of war. On the ground, with no one or thing trying to take his life or threaten anything he cared about he tended to knock into things, pick up other people's drinks believing they were his own, and say the wrong thing to the wrong people. His older brother had endlessly mocked him about knocking over or into furniture when his wings had began to grow in earnest as puberty hit. Sometimes Rai wondered if he was still growing used to them as they effected his balance on his feet.
Since he'd entered the shop he had been concentrating with half his mind at all times to simply not knock over any of the many bottles and vials. One moment of thoughtlessness and a wing tip would sweep across a shelf and he'd have another shop keeper who had banned him from their business.
Glancing down at the little packet of weeds that had joined his growing pile of purchases he said, "What would happen if I ate like, all of it at once? Would I get... over hydrated?"
Raithen wasn't sure that was a thing, but if it was a thing he'd end up absentmindedly snacking on the roots and make himself sick.
"...No?" Was his first answer, he tended to tan rather than burn but he hadn't spent extended time in the desert since the training he'd gotten in school. "I guess I usually just make my own shade?"
His Avialae blood kept him from ever getting too cold and his Sun Elf blood seemed, so far, to have protected him from being sun burnt, but there was no harm in making sure, he supposed. Also, he kinda wanted to stay and keep talking. At this moment his instincts for keeping himself safe slammed his eyes to the side where something long and slim was moving. They calmed down when he saw it was a non-venomous snake, but they were replaced instantly with slightly wide eyed, hand-itching desire to touch.
