[He says that one out loud. A drone wipes its face as if tearing up - and there is water there, actually. The round of applause doesn't seem to be ending, drones are standing to clap and becoming... bristly? as twigs grow out of them and bud and bloom.
The clapping becomes like the pattering of rain and tapers off, and now there's just scattered petals blowing in a warm breeze. Water and bits of plant matter are all that's left.
Alloran is taken aback, his 'song' fading. The smell of soil and growing things is too familiar.]
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[He says that one out loud. A drone wipes its face as if tearing up - and there is water there, actually. The round of applause doesn't seem to be ending, drones are standing to clap and becoming... bristly? as twigs grow out of them and bud and bloom.
The clapping becomes like the pattering of rain and tapers off, and now there's just scattered petals blowing in a warm breeze. Water and bits of plant matter are all that's left.
Alloran is taken aback, his 'song' fading. The smell of soil and growing things is too familiar.]