[He moves decisively toward the Elin in question despite how short the lay of the heavy robes forces his stride to be. Where fine dinners and idle conversation is anathema, this is clearly business the young man has considerable comfort with.
The moment he's within arm's reach of the machine, he catches it by one of its lovely sweeping antlers and pats the construct right in the center of the forehead as if it's alive. It's a somewhat silly gesture - very few Rabadoceans seem terribly concerned with treating the machines like anything more than enchanted metal.]
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[He moves decisively toward the Elin in question despite how short the lay of the heavy robes forces his stride to be. Where fine dinners and idle conversation is anathema, this is clearly business the young man has considerable comfort with.
The moment he's within arm's reach of the machine, he catches it by one of its lovely sweeping antlers and pats the construct right in the center of the forehead as if it's alive. It's a somewhat silly gesture - very few Rabadoceans seem terribly concerned with treating the machines like anything more than enchanted metal.]
I'm Elyiad, by the way.