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@mouseywousey continued from here!

Fortunately for Mousey, Hershel didn't mind their obvious height difference. It was a little jarring sure, but through a lifetime's worth of puzzles and mysteries, this was the least concerning. What really would attempt to stick out to the professor was their ability to speak. Normally his apprentice, Luke, would translate whatever an animal had to say. Mousey was a separate case, he assumed. Not that it bothered him. In fact, it made things not only convenient, but more interesting.

Hershel was about to question what it meant by not being around for long, but it went along its way with stories that were far more down-to-earth. More personal, more real. The professor wouldn't mind listening to both stories, or any others Mousey could recall, but one was good enough for now. Hershel raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it in deep consideration. This was like a fork in the road; would he choose the grapes or the serpent? He found himself drawn towards the latter, a sentiment he's sure most others would share. At least he was being given this opportunity at all from it, and Mousey seemed overjoyed to even spare the slightest of details. That enthusiasm made him smile warmly.

"Tell me more about this serpent, if you may." It made Hershel recount one of his first investigations. He'd spent some time around a serpent, one could call her. The young being's enthusiasm and love brought joy to two young children, same as his apprentice, assistant, and himself. Loosha… this wouldn't be a relatable story to him, but if Mousey would allow it, he could share the story of the Last Spectre.

Hershel hoped they would, but time would tell. "It sounds rather adventurous. Be sure to not spare any detail. I wish to picture the whole event myself through description. It's… immersive, that way. Does that make sense?"