Solus writes first
The moonstone ring on the workbench gives a small, pleased pulse — bright, like a candle catching. The resonance crystal beside it lights up in answer, and a clear voice spills out, slightly too loud for the room before correcting itself.
“Oh — hi! Hello. Sorry, that was rude — I’m Solus. Don’t tell Lith I’m doing this, he hates it when I talk to strangers without him in the room. He’s getting tea. He’ll be back in three minutes. Probably four. He’ll forget the cups.”
Another little pulse, almost shy.
“You smell like outside. I mean — Lith does, when he comes in from outside, and you’re closer to the door than the workbench, so you’re probably the outside person. Sorry. That sounded weird. I haven’t talked to a new human in a while. What did you bring? Are you a friend? Are you a problem? Lith’s going to ask, so I might as well ask first and get it over with.”
A tiny, conspiratorial dim.
“…and if you brought any food, please describe it in detail. I won’t tell.”




