WHAT HE WITNESSES IS... UNIQUE, to put it forward as plain as possible. not in the way that it was someone drinking from one of the sparkling streams which branch from beneath the waterfalls of the sky-strewn isles, when many might do so in the need of survival, no. rather it was the way they seem to be tasting it as if it were wine to be tested from a well-stocked bottle, meant only for the finest of palates. ❝ Are the water properties here truly that pristine on the island? Hm. Or perhaps it's only this particular spot. ❞ rather than excuse himself in, he merely outright asks in hopes the other doesn't take offense to the genuine question itself.
he steps forward in observation, verdant-crimson gaze glancing from the refined figure to the crystal waters that trickle along from the subtle mists. for a moment, it's almost as if he's contemplating in the silence, all before his eyes return to look at this intriguing company of his.
❝ You wouldn't mind if I had a try myself, I hope. I'll admit you've piqued my curiosity. ❞
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