With such a wonderful backdrop that demands some form of art dedicated to it, Shalem can't help but hum a little-- it's easy and safe, he's not committing to a whole song and certainly not coming up with lyrics for the little tune he's begun, so there's no danger of getting too into the melody that his control starts slipping out of his grasp. Easy, simple, as he wanders about the indoor rainforest's paths with an unhurried gait.
He's very interested in every plant he sees, not out of scientific curiosity, but due to his aesthetic sense, wishing he had even a piece of paper and a pen in hand to sketch, but oh well. The serpent can just commit these sights to memory to paint later, if he really wanted to.
Then his long ears pick up footsteps-- not just footsteps, but the sound of another object meeting the ground, and he turns around, curious. Now, that's a face he doesn't recognize, but then again, he doesn't know everyone in this city.
"Good evening," the serpent with a soft smile and an equally soft voice, black-scaled tail twitching once, before falling still on the ground. "Exploring alone?"
the greenhouse effect
He's very interested in every plant he sees, not out of scientific curiosity, but due to his aesthetic sense, wishing he had even a piece of paper and a pen in hand to sketch, but oh well. The serpent can just commit these sights to memory to paint later, if he really wanted to.
Then his long ears pick up footsteps-- not just footsteps, but the sound of another object meeting the ground, and he turns around, curious. Now, that's a face he doesn't recognize, but then again, he doesn't know everyone in this city.
"Good evening," the serpent with a soft smile and an equally soft voice, black-scaled tail twitching once, before falling still on the ground. "Exploring alone?"