[Teatime blinks a few times in rapid succession. The rest of his face isn't honest enough to follow up with any indication of shock.
Kunsel seems to be talking without saying anything all the while probing for new information. This isn't altogether shocking-- the use of text lacks the silver-tongued elegance of a face-to-face meeting. What Teatime can't wrap his head around is that Kunsel is choosing to continue to talk to him. His presence made most people so squeamish that they tried to squirm away before he was done conducting business.
Either Kunsel lacked the instinctive fear (which was unlikely, as he made even the Granddaughter of Death nervous) or the little scrying stone he was communicating through was not passing his presence along. Because no one has ever dared ask him, he doesn't have any witty retorts lined up.]
It's glass. [He rolls his head to one side.] Is there something odd about the other one?
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Kunsel seems to be talking without saying anything all the while probing for new information. This isn't altogether shocking-- the use of text lacks the silver-tongued elegance of a face-to-face meeting. What Teatime can't wrap his head around is that Kunsel is choosing to continue to talk to him. His presence made most people so squeamish that they tried to squirm away before he was done conducting business.
Either Kunsel lacked the instinctive fear (which was unlikely, as he made even the Granddaughter of Death nervous) or the little scrying stone he was communicating through was not passing his presence along. Because no one has ever dared ask him, he doesn't have any witty retorts lined up.]
It's glass. [He rolls his head to one side.] Is there something odd about the other one?