[Some of it reminds them a little of Rutile's workstation, but it's far more full and far less tidy. Dark eyes scan it all briefly, but when Sieglinde begins talking they jump right to her and hold with an intense stare. Everything about them is a little intense, really, down to their stiff posture as they await her...whatever it is she plans to do. They aren't worried, but so far they've proven themselves completely oblivious to a great deal of otherworldly things. They might not be able to help in this much.
At least "chemical composition" is a familiar phrase. They seem to ease just slightly, nodding.]
I'm a diamond. My composition is pure carbon. But it's different depending on the gem.
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At least "chemical composition" is a familiar phrase. They seem to ease just slightly, nodding.]
I'm a diamond. My composition is pure carbon. But it's different depending on the gem.