[Temeraire looks up from the screen, which he has a great deal of trouble seeing in any case (it's just so small, and while he can pick up the flickers of movement, reading is too much) and focuses his wide blue eyes on the newcomer. It's true, he hasn't seen this human before, but even if his hair is a bit mussed by the wind, it's a very attractive color, deep ruby-red.]
It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Temeraire. Can you make tea of many things that are not tea?
[He crosses his forehands, and dips his head in a sort-of bow to the newcomer, trying to keep his manners intact as he considers the person's appearance. His robe isn't an unflattering style at all, even if it's dreadfully sober black, and could use more color, or embroidery at least. It could be some sort of uniform, Temeraire supposes.]
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[Temeraire looks up from the screen, which he has a great deal of trouble seeing in any case (it's just so small, and while he can pick up the flickers of movement, reading is too much) and focuses his wide blue eyes on the newcomer. It's true, he hasn't seen this human before, but even if his hair is a bit mussed by the wind, it's a very attractive color, deep ruby-red.]
It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Temeraire. Can you make tea of many things that are not tea?
[He crosses his forehands, and dips his head in a sort-of bow to the newcomer, trying to keep his manners intact as he considers the person's appearance. His robe isn't an unflattering style at all, even if it's dreadfully sober black, and could use more color, or embroidery at least. It could be some sort of uniform, Temeraire supposes.]