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he hung on the rock as if intending to stay there, perching in the manner of a raven eyeballing carrion below. only, what was in his sights was far from dead matter -- she looked livelier than anything to have stepped into moonspear in a long time, and arcturus could not pull his gaze away from her.

even as she extended a humble bend of her body, arcturus' gaze bore into her. his eyes were wide not with challenge, but wonder -- and a little bit of trepidation.

and then she spoke, and the tentative curiosity the boy had was shattered. his shoulders sagged and a glum expression stole across his features. if piper had disdain for the immutable uses of body language, arcturus had disdain for verbal language in of itself. he was shamed by his poor mastery of it, and looked away in frustration before reluctantly parting from the stone dias and approaching her.