Re: In the trees: Mercy/David
David was aware of the strange figure he cut, most likely. It was often hard to tell what he thought, or why he did what he did. He could be verbose when he wanted to, and his speech was slow, but rarely stilted. It was just that he didn't express much that was interpretable, when outside his other person. He drifted, ghost-like, but booted feet firmly on the ground.
He acknowledged learning the new name with a short nod. "Who is that?" he asked, if the beautiful phrases. He knew his poets, but he wasn't quite an encyclopedia. Certain phrases lodged in his mouth, familiar as the taste of dust or the tang of a certain scent in the air. Mercedes was a handsome young man who knew his poetry, and the latter was of interest.