[Distracted greeting, even a lift of a hand in a frankly rather lazy
looking wave. Lin has been wrapped up in his own thoughts enough that while
he's aware other folks are around, he hasn't been noting who exactly those
other folks may be.
For his part, he's managing to hang onto the composure superficially --
cracking at the edges though, tension in his posture, hint of a wilder
light than usual in dark, staring eyes.
But he holds up the stone as if in demonstration.] Yes, I think so.
Its luster, in particular, seems to be suffering. Strange. I wonder if it's
because of prolonged exposure to body heat. Maybe the oils on my fingers....
[Somehow though that doesn't seem right. And the anxiety just
continues to spike.]
Re: III
Oh. Turner.
[Distracted greeting, even a lift of a hand in a frankly rather lazy looking wave. Lin has been wrapped up in his own thoughts enough that while he's aware other folks are around, he hasn't been noting who exactly those other folks may be.
For his part, he's managing to hang onto the composure superficially -- cracking at the edges though, tension in his posture, hint of a wilder light than usual in dark, staring eyes.
But he holds up the stone as if in demonstration.] Yes, I think so. Its luster, in particular, seems to be suffering. Strange. I wonder if it's because of prolonged exposure to body heat. Maybe the oils on my fingers....
[Somehow though that doesn't seem right. And the anxiety just continues to spike.]