[Very dry. This is a weird one, he's calling it now. Alloran steps back a pace or two, moving with a light precision. He's not much over six feet tall, though with this body shape he's far longer. There's a long-lashed almost-delicacy to him. Where he steps there's a little hollow in the grass, and clipped stems.]
<The Andalite homeworld is very far away. You wouldn't know its name, but we shepherd it differently, and the plants are very different.>
[He's almost certainly never going to see it again, something he's made his peace with long ago.]
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[Very dry. This is a weird one, he's calling it now. Alloran steps back a pace or two, moving with a light precision. He's not much over six feet tall, though with this body shape he's far longer. There's a long-lashed almost-delicacy to him. Where he steps there's a little hollow in the grass, and clipped stems.]
<The Andalite homeworld is very far away. You wouldn't know its name, but we shepherd it differently, and the plants are very different.>
[He's almost certainly never going to see it again, something he's made his peace with long ago.]