The little tree paused briefly as it moved the foil just right, making it reflect the light right at it... and then redoubled its efforts to try digging the piece out of the rest of the trash. Chell abandoned trying whatever magic that was supposed to have been, and looked up to follow Foulques's gaze to what was going on behind him.
He sighed, quiet, and stepped back that way, to crouch and pull the little piece out himself. He brushed the dirt off of it, blew at it... and then stood, to reach up to its branches, wrapping it loosely around a twig. Without a word, he began leading it closer to Foulques again... or tried to. He paused again, when it hadn't moved after him despite him taking another step or two. It was seemingly intent on the bit of shiny trash, waving its branch around a few inches, back and forth....
Chell shook his head and turned to step back without it. Fine, it could stand there and be amused by a tiny bit of metal paper. Why not. Much more quietly, "Perhaps the lack of magic here is why I cannot hear that one now?" Another glance back to the very obviously thoroughly distracted ent, frowning. Uncertain, "I couldn't hear them well in the other places I'd been before this, after waking. Nor could I feel each person I met."
Even more hesitantly, regarding Foulques again, "...As I cannot, you, now." Clearly, this had him concerned, though what it meant exactly, he wasn't spelling out. "I don't like this place already, and I cannot imagine that anyone else is very fond of it either. ...Have you ideas, about how I might best be of help?" If food was the biggest priority, according to Foulques, he could try working toward that. If there was some other need he was yet unaware of, that would be fair too.
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Date: 2023-12-12 08:06 am (UTC)From:He sighed, quiet, and stepped back that way, to crouch and pull the little piece out himself. He brushed the dirt off of it, blew at it... and then stood, to reach up to its branches, wrapping it loosely around a twig. Without a word, he began leading it closer to Foulques again... or tried to. He paused again, when it hadn't moved after him despite him taking another step or two. It was seemingly intent on the bit of shiny trash, waving its branch around a few inches, back and forth....
Chell shook his head and turned to step back without it. Fine, it could stand there and be amused by a tiny bit of metal paper. Why not. Much more quietly, "Perhaps the lack of magic here is why I cannot hear that one now?" Another glance back to the very obviously thoroughly distracted ent, frowning. Uncertain, "I couldn't hear them well in the other places I'd been before this, after waking. Nor could I feel each person I met."
Even more hesitantly, regarding Foulques again, "...As I cannot, you, now." Clearly, this had him concerned, though what it meant exactly, he wasn't spelling out. "I don't like this place already, and I cannot imagine that anyone else is very fond of it either. ...Have you ideas, about how I might best be of help?" If food was the biggest priority, according to Foulques, he could try working toward that. If there was some other need he was yet unaware of, that would be fair too.