Daylight smiled at the apology and shook his helm in what he hopes is in a kind way, trying to quietly inform Tyrion that it was fine. It’s not like Tyrion knew about it and Daylight isn’t comfortable with revealing this information with just anyone because… well.. This isn’t something you just tell people about when you first meet them. Hi! My name is Daylight and those who I consider my family are all dead. How are you doing?
Yeah. No.
Besides— He’s eager to move on from the topic and is happy that Tyrion is willing to play along. At the question about the meaning and considering what he knows of Tyrion from their conversation so far, Daylight takes his time to think of an answer.
“I think so,” he finally says. “All words will have meanings but not all meanings will have words yet.” A little phrase he learned from his mom while reading her biography and collection of essays. “Just because you don’t know what it means yet doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean anything.” Another of mom’s. A bit trickier to say and to wrap one’s head around but when it clicked for him, Daylight has been tickled by what this meant ever since.
The conversation is interrupted by an explosion of beeps and chirps. If one looks at the direction of the noise, they'll see that a little white and red drone will be flying towards their direction. Judging by the bloom of light from Daylight's optics, he's more than happy to see them.
“Meddy!” Daylight reaches out, cooing at his friend as the drone cuddles up in the palm of his hand. “There are you are, buddy. Hey! Say hi to Tyrion, Meddy. He’s a friend of mine.”
The little bot — three feet in height and practically a tiny thing in Daylight’s gentle hold — peers over Day’s grip and raises a finial to wave at Tyrion.
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Yeah. No.
Besides— He’s eager to move on from the topic and is happy that Tyrion is willing to play along. At the question about the meaning and considering what he knows of Tyrion from their conversation so far, Daylight takes his time to think of an answer.
“I think so,” he finally says. “All words will have meanings but not all meanings will have words yet.” A little phrase he learned from his mom while reading her biography and collection of essays. “Just because you don’t know what it means yet doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean anything.” Another of mom’s. A bit trickier to say and to wrap one’s head around but when it clicked for him, Daylight has been tickled by what this meant ever since.
The conversation is interrupted by an explosion of beeps and chirps. If one looks at the direction of the noise, they'll see that a little white and red drone will be flying towards their direction. Judging by the bloom of light from Daylight's optics, he's more than happy to see them.
“Meddy!” Daylight reaches out, cooing at his friend as the drone cuddles up in the palm of his hand. “There are you are, buddy. Hey! Say hi to Tyrion, Meddy. He’s a friend of mine.”
The little bot — three feet in height and practically a tiny thing in Daylight’s gentle hold — peers over Day’s grip and raises a finial to wave at Tyrion.