#brelaylyn

(Previous) Finoon waves back enthusiastically, Fiy gives a small wave of their own, Brelaylyn Brelaylynjust a nod, Thoron simply watches him go. They soon arrive to Shamura’s library, their disciple bowing respectfully before standing aside. Shamura nods. “Thank you, Sidone.” They look to Teddy. “I understand you’ll be leaving us soon, Dr. Walters.” They comment, sitting in their reading chair, reading a book, if Teddy notices he could read that it was some sort of spell book.

Teddy brushed and shook as much dirt out of his robe as possible during their walk to the building. Yet it still didn't seem clean enough for meeting a god. He had been complementing whether it'd be more polite to remove his robe in favor of his relatively clean uniform beneath or not when they reached the library.

He bowed along with the disciple, then looked up at Bishop Shamura and nodded with his hands clasped in front of him. "I'll be gone by morning. Where is my ship?"

(Previous) Finoon nods eagerly. “Bishop Leshy and Heket make it so,” they explain. “Bishop Leshy is a prolific gardener, digging the rows himself, using his mouth and body because he’s a worm! And then Bishop Heket uses her magic of bountiful harvest to cause such beauty!” Brelaylyn brings the team over to collect some gardening equipment before dividing the group into different areas in the garden, assigning Teddy and Finoon over to some thick, gorgeous purple hydrangeas.

Teddy politely nodded throughout Finoon's explanation. "They told me. I'm glad they get along well with their siblings."

Then once they reached their section of the garden he blankly looked at his tools, looked at the flowers, and looked at Finoon.

(Previous) Finoon grins and nods. "We'd all like that, right Brelaylyn?" They ask, nodding to the Capybara, who gives a nod in return.

“That's nice,” Teddy said with a seemingly neutral tone.

The rest would miss an opportunity to see Bishop Shamura up close rather than him. If they missed him at all. Surely Thoron would be relieved.

While they were chatting Teddy had made a sandwich from his eggs and toast. And now seemed to be the perfect time to take as big of a bite as possible to halt the conversation.