"My touch is seldom reserved for the living; the inanimate, the dead, the bloated and decayed....they beg for my touch. They touch to relate, to bond..it's a rather intimate act,hm?
"My priority is lent to those I consume or can't quite understand with my other senses..you ,little thing, may find you fall upon the latter. It's a slow dance..
"Ah, true as those words may be, my manners are foreign to those that inhabit this oasis-they do not age as I age, nor feed as I feed..though it warms this one's old heart that you find a way to instill some trust in me."
"I see you...mi stella.."
Daruma, I don't understand.
I don't understand.
"These things can be so
They are... Why do they do
My brothers and sisters and I, we had the company of each other up in the sky, but we never were so close to touch! I don't understand.
"My touch is seldom reserved
I am not living. Nor am I
To bond... I'm not familiar with intimacy.
"My priority is lent to those
A flicker, a pause. I've
I've learned to dance, Daruma.
Lids parting to reveal hooded
What more does it
"I'm hardly an appropriate
But Daruma, you're aged and
There are very few I trust as you.
"Ah, true as those words may
Farther confusion caused him
A tilt of the head, wide
Of course. But I think what
Deeper than myself. Within myself?
"My, my your curiosity know
A shared trait,
"Among all creatures, yes....
A shimmer. Something stirred.
Will you dance...
His expressin is one of
... In time. Daruma.
"An old companion of mine..."
(I still want to know who