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She had misspoken! Luna suppressed the urge to slap a limb to her face, instead responding with a slight bob of the head and quick squint. Let's not dwell on the fumble. "One might mention that when it comes down to it, we are all food for something bigger. I find it curious that we, Greaters, fail to consider that so often." The clarification was needed; Luna's prey instinct was an ever burning candle at the back of her mind, the fear inherent to much of her function, and she imagined the Doctor was informed enough to recognise the fact as well, despite his higher place on the food chain.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a familiar sounding spell. Her own sense flared, but she payed little attention to whether it actually succeeded. "Fascinating," She echoed, "My magic is much the same - a little less interesting I fear, I can't see anything as complex as life within life. I can hear the heartbeat of others, if I focus. Magick too, sometimes! The inner rhythm, I think."

She offered another set of nods, absorbing what information she could. After all, his medical knowledge could provide some much needed help on her travels if she was to find herself in peril. Still, a little too much to handle, and there was more intriguing topics on the table.

Ah, so the goggles were an accessory! She'd never seen anything like the lenses, so clearly crafted and yet translucent like a gem. But what lay beneath was the true eye-catcher - a pair of sightless buttons, though Luna could not recognise them as such. "Quite the mishap." The shape looked intentional, but that implication was... a little frightening.

Morality seemed like a dense topic to muse on, surely not something she could fully form an opinion on in this conversation alone [unless the Doctor was content in sitting here a long, long while]. Well, so far I've been quite food oriented. I've met a handful of Greaters, but the conversation hasn't been quite as dense as today. I think, or I believe, we should always make an effort to see the bigger picture. It is difficult when the day to day is so strained, but to let it consume you is shut yourself from any opportunity for more. Its a choice others are allowed to make, but it feels like a tragedy. Which is why I question your own code so much, for the most part - I'm making sure you're keeping the big picture in mind. Which you seem to be, so far!"

[realising I missed doctor casting white sense three separate times previously!!!! mb mb ,,,]
[So Luna's gut health is quite good, having ample access to most of her dietary requirements and clean water. But. She's just had a pretty sizeable metamorphosis, which according to a cursory google search rearranges and replaces much of her original microbiome. Whether he takes note is up to you because I have no idea if he realistically could, but it'd be interesting!]

@Doctor



He ruffled, but more out of interest than any sort of defensiveness. "Of course, of course! I'm fairly certain half the creatures in this cave will eat me, if they can," he confided, with a short laugh and a clap of his hooked beak.

He studied her as he listened intently to her other words. Her cellular life (though he did not know those words, as such) was fascinating. Focused, new, in a way. He couldn't make heads or tails of it; he had never really looked at an insect, or anyone really, who'd just metamorphosed or truly reformed. It reminded him of his own internal life rebuilding after a chrysalis, but his had been nearly purged. Hers-... he could not figure it out. But he had little time to; her words were proving even more interesting.

She was testing him? Fascinating! But why? "Aha! Testing my perspective, yes? May I ask why? What do you do?" he prodded, hopping down and closer, tilting his head this way and that to study Luna more closely. "What is it you intend to do?" It wasn't asked with suspicion; he only expected that she had goals of her own, and that he must fit into them, somehow.

How, though, he could not say.


naw it's fine i'd have asked!! now i have... tyvm :D

@Luna
Perhaps the metamorphosis had sharpened Luna's will - the curiosity was ever present, but now there was direction behind it, a larger plan in mind; Though what that was exactly, was beyond even her. A wordless, self determined purpose. She would figure it out in time.

She blinked, taken aback by the question; Why, she hadn't even asked that of herself! She allowed herself a longer pause as she reflected on the energy behind her thoughts. "Well, you claim to be a bird of science, and many different things I hadn't even thought of until this very moment. It would be wise to access the, uh," words? words. "Quality of the source."

But why? What did she care? 'What did she intend to do?' New territory here, of which she trod upon with little grace. "Uhm. Huh... Leave the caves better than I found them?" She offered weakly.

@Doctor



Doctor paused. For a moment, after Luna had spoken, he stood quite still; the gaze with which he regarded her--hidden though it was by his goggles--seemed to sharpen with slow interest. When he spoke, it was with a slower, deeper, more considering tone. "A natural curiosity, then, but unsharpened by experience. Unguided." He stared for a moment longer, then ruffled himself and tipped his head a fraction to one side. His tone regained some of that enthusiastic cheer as he added, "And well-meaning! -Pardon me. It is--well, it is just that given the... sharpness? Of your questions," and perhaps he'd meant 'pointedness' here; he didn't always find the right words for what he meant--"I had thought you had something specific in mind!"

He turned, shuffling around his Hopper as he continued. "A goal, a perspective, one I wasn't yet aware of. Hmph! Fascinating." He paused again, glancing back, again falling still and a little quieter. "Well! I dare say there are plenty of ways to leave these dismal caves in a slightly better state than they are, hmm?" Doctor considered. "Why, I can tell you firsthand that half the creatures in these caves need guidance itself. 'Therapy,' is I think the word. Medical care, infrastructure--the lights dipping off and on, and no true consistent source of food... Why, just look around us!" and he waved a broad wing at Pegasus entire. "In some caves there are ruins of civilization! Cities, crumbling and dusty! Here-? This is only wilderness." He paused yet again, then in a quieter and more amused tone, leaned in a bit. "...It is still wilderness, yes-? I can see bodies, but the environment around me, ahh--not so much. I don't suppose any cities have sprung up here since I was blinded-?"


@Luna
Luna shook herself idly, her thick coat swaying greatly regardless of the subtlety of the original movement. "I apologise again if I appeared overly doubtful. One leans towards great skepticism when woken by the pained screams of a lesser and grand claims of progress." And perhaps she was just naturally contrarian - a discussion was more engaging with opposition.

The mention of therapy caused her mind to flash backwards, to the cat by the waters of Pisces. She returned to her memory frequently, puzzling over Mossie's odd behaviour again and again. Perhaps the caves were too large and complex to change - lord knows she had little issue with the light in Pegasus flickering from time to time, the encroaching dark giving her mind great comfort - but the gembound within? A smaller project, certainly.

She tilted her head. "No cities, as far as I've seen. Just sunny days and green grass. I wouldn't change this place - the caves have Cepheus, no?"

@Doctor



It was, perhaps, a hint at his priorities that he didn't focus on the "pained screams of a Lesser" so much as the "grand claims of progress."

His ruffled wings, so proud, settled almost meekly down his body. His head lowered some, goggled face shifting to eye his lesser--or was he afraid to make eye contact? (Or, rather, button-to-eye contact...) "But it is progress," was his quiet protest, and it was difficult to tell if that softer tone was insulted, or upset, or disappointed. Or maybe Luna had shocked his concepts of grand plans into realizing that really, all he had here was an unconscious rabbit on a rock, and not a bustling scientific research center. "It comes slowly, that is all. In bits and tiny pieces. One must do what they can," he added, and this rallied him some; he looked up at her.

"Do not misunderstand! I enjoy the breadth of air for flight, the river, the fields. But that is all there is. Cepheus has no true facilities," he added, with a snobby sniff through his nares. "If I had a staff..." Doctor took a wistful breath. "A group, like that Forge held but-" He cut himself off before insulting the giant Chaos monsters by calling them mindless or violent. Because if word got back, well, they might take offense. Doctor rephrased, then continued, after a pause. "...Focused on science. It is the difference between a Gembound arriving to a medic and we medics guessing at their treatment," and now he began to stalk quickly back and forth in the grass, as if pacing thoughtfully as he spoke, "and knowing at once what techniques to apply! What temperature the healing best works at. Which herbs will salve the wounds..." He sighed, and drooped again, pausing in his stride. "But you are right, it is certainly slow progress on one's own. I do not judge you for your... perception. Maybe it is not wrong."

There was a moroseness to this last, and he paused, looking through those goggled eyes to stare thoughtfully at the rabbit on the rock.


@Luna
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