"Peach!" he exclaims with delight. "Most would go with Rotten Apple," his voice swells with just-contained laughter, although this playful self deprecation is more lie than truth-- at least he thinks it is. "I like you, Lasair. You seem an excellent judge of character." he ruffles his feathers, only half pretending to be vain.
His thoughts do not linger long on himself or his new nickname. Though, they did not tend to linger much on anything, ever. Like a hummingbird's wings or the great wonderful sea, they are constantly in motion.
Where oh where could his new companion find something... something different... something special?
"Have you been to the room of lost things?" His eyes turn pure silver in excitement-- all the green in them has run away to the leaves of the great copse of trees which make up the library. "I think," he says with a smile that is almost shy, "it is a good place to find a thing that is not like the others."
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@Lasairian <3
