[ Gildor sets his staff aside and sits as well, pulling his gloves off. Gloves are the worst part of it - to feel nothing outside the tents directly is such a pain, and it dulls his sense of touch and vibration in the earth. He can only be free to feel as he wishes in the cover of the tents, and now that includes free from behavioral scrutiny. He can't help it if green and blue are so beautiful they leave him lying awkwardly in the dust...
He settles on a pillow and crosses his legs, sitting up as straight as if he were about to give a performance, almost childlike in his eagerness to continue with this color lesson. ]
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He settles on a pillow and crosses his legs, sitting up as straight as if he were about to give a performance, almost childlike in his eagerness to continue with this color lesson. ]
Alright. I'm ready.