‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ “Of course, there is no garden like it. Not by humans or fae or anything else in the world.” Saeda didn’t imagine that anyone could dream up such a place either- but what did he know about the dreams of mortals. Nothing- because he was not a mortal. “Questions? I know… enough about humans I think. I have lived for so long and seen so many- more than I care to. But you, I am sure you are curious, most humans are…”
In fact he hadn’t met a human that wasn’t brimming full of inquiries toward the magical. Some of them didn’t even believe it existed which Saeda found rather comical. Anything was improbable and nothing was impossible. If he was asked he would explain how merfolk exist even. Monsters and creatures from things humans called ‘fairy tales’ existed and always have. Just because they didn’t see them did not mean they were not there.
“I am prepared..” Saeda picked up a honey cake. “To answer any questions you may have. And do not worry, the food I am serving you is not poisonous, if I wanted to kill you I would have done so before speaking to you.” The fairy reassured him but perhaps his social skills weren’t up to par. It’d been so long in isolation.
While Ja’far is doing his best to remain attentive -- and he is listening, his eyes do often wander minutely about his surroundings. The glances are subtle and short lived but there’s much to look at. And beyond his curiosities, there’s an old, ingrained habit in him to mark points of easy egress. He doesn’t feel particularly threatened here but the fantastical and unfamiliar nature of his surroundings leave him a bit on edge. Still, his expression remains soft.
“Fair enough, I merely wished to present the opportunity so our exchange might be a bit more equal,” he said. “Then it would seem I am like most humans in that regard. I have traveled a great many places and see many marvels but none such as this, at least not out in the mostly open. If I’m to be completely honest, I was not sure I even believed the stories I had heard if not for the insistence of the ones telling them.”
He smiles gently and looks down at the spread set before him. It’s oddly reassuring for someone to admit that they would have killed him already if that had been their intention. And while most poisons are not something he regularly worries on, with the sights before him, he’d be surprised if there were not something among this garden in which he would be susceptible to.
He lifts the cup before him and takes a small sip of the water. While he’s not particular to sweets, the flavor is light enough to be enjoyable and refreshing. “This is very good,” he comments. “This place, then, is it all of your own creation? And, if it’s not rude of me to ask, what exactly are you?”
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