DEMISED.

❝This will do nicely at it is, thank you.❞ No sugar or milk needed for him; Anaxagoras does not drink yet though, instead blowing gently upon the tea to begin cooling it. ❝Is this from your personal stock then? You did mention you have been growing tea leaves since settling in here.❞

It's a lovely piece of jewellery, and Anaxagoras is open in his admiration of the piece. The shade of blue is particularly pleasant, not to mention the shine of the gold, and he is quite certain Hyacinthina would adore the little bow. ❝It's beautiful,❞ he says, and offers a small smile. ❝I see you understand the importance of holding onto things from one's childhood.❞

❝You'll need to be far more specific than that,❞ he replies, and a roll of his eye is quick to follow. ❝That ‘theory’ accounts for much of the known calendar of Amphoreus, not to mention sub-sections dedicated to each Titan and connected Chrysos Heir.❞

𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖷𝖠𝖦𝖮𝖱𝖠𝖲 ♡ | 𝖧𝖲𝖱 𝖠𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍: "𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽!"

However much men like them try to disguise it, it was undeniable that their composed facades crumbled under the company of cute animals like the little Dromas. Dan Heng absently caressed its head, right at the base of its horns at that had it shutting its eyes in blatant contentment, rumbling in a fashion reminiscent of purring. "I don't think... this needs to be demystified, does it? The base of the horns are only for those they trust, though."

For all that he enjoys spending time around the dromases, and has made an effort to learn everything he can about them, Anaxagoras could never presume that any of them might trust him enough to touch anywhere near their horns! ❝It felt polite to ask, rather than to assume,❞ he says—and what an irony for him to have manners now, rather than any time he speaks with people. ❝I wouldn't wish to impose.❞

A very, very polite pause follows before a deadpan response—❝From what I overheard, they had several positions in mind so you probably need not worry about that.❞

The little town is quaint, lovely, but not the reason he is here. No, that would be for her—and Anaxagoras gives Cyrene a nod before gesturing to the cart behind him. ❝I hope you don't mind the unexpected visit, but I had an excess of crops from my latest experiment and thought you might appreciate them.❞

❝You look puzzled.❞ A pause, then—❝Did you also overhear what that group was saying about you?❞