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a snapshot: a boy with blue hair, not quite standing too tall but tall enough to see over a few heads, eyes a forest scanning over a city.
( he smiles, and the sun breaks through a wall of clouds. )
to tharin vogt, there is much to explore, to experience. it's not often that he gets the energy to roam around the city; being human is tiring and he won't even be going to university here if he didn't have the slightest trace of ambition for himself. ( he thinks: i'm not going to use it anyway when all i want is to speak the language of the forest. ) so he is led by his nose, his senses. there's so much and there's so little of him, and he does not like that there is still so much more that he does not know. ignorance may be bliss but bliss is not what he's after; once lost, it cannot be found again.
his feet lead him, not the other way around, and he finds himself happily walking into an establishment where there's too much white and pastel and everything in between. he blinks, sucks on the cold treat, adjusts the popsicle and hopes it won't drip on the immaculate floor. still -- he treads further, past the smell of metal and something indescribably wrong, towards something that smells so, so much better. which, as it turns out, is a person. ( a person who smells really, really, really good, but a person nonetheless. )
he doesn't mind that he's suddenly walked up to her, that he's looking at her like she's the best thing since sliced bread. instead he runs his tongue along the frozen treat in his mouth as he takes it out, and licks the red juice before it drips from his lips, and finally, finally smiles again. "you smell nice!"
no one said being human had to entail subtlety anyway.
