Fëanáro considers that for a moment, reaching out to run his fingers along the side of the ship (surely there must be a better word for it?), the light in his eyes gleaming brighter for a moment as the possibilities of alien - alien! - alloys turns behind them.
"I am torn," he admits then, feeling-- sheepish, in a way that he has not for Years untold. "For as a lover-of-language I wish nothing more than to discuss a new piece of literature. As an artist and crafter, however, I would dearly love to explore the possibilities - if only hypothetical - inherent in the existence of materials from entire other worlds."
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Date: 2016-11-08 04:31 am (UTC)"I am torn," he admits then, feeling-- sheepish, in a way that he has not for Years untold. "For as a lover-of-language I wish nothing more than to discuss a new piece of literature. As an artist and crafter, however, I would dearly love to explore the possibilities - if only hypothetical - inherent in the existence of materials from entire other worlds."