[ he goes to sit on one of the barstools as his order is sent along, making himself comfortable. he accepts drink and food, when it arrives, both with a nod and smile. fishes some coins out of his pocket and drops them onto the counter, pushing them vander's way. cassian doesn't know much, in truth, about bartending; but he's had enough shitty drinks to the know difference between one and a good drink, and it was already clear from watching vander which the midnight suns is. taking a sip, smiling as the flavor fills his mouth, is only confirmation. ]
"Odd" is a good word for it.
[ he's been to dozens upon dozens of planets, seen many varieties of diurnal cycles. he's even seen places where the sun(s) don't set, like springstar, though much more rarely. the experience actually is something of a novelty to him. he looks upwards at vander's question, and his eyebrows tilt upwards ruefully as he nods. ]
Guess I made that obvious. I'm Melshi. Are you...?
[ a shard-bearer, he means, by the cant of his head. ]
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"Odd" is a good word for it.
[ he's been to dozens upon dozens of planets, seen many varieties of diurnal cycles. he's even seen places where the sun(s) don't set, like springstar, though much more rarely. the experience actually is something of a novelty to him. he looks upwards at vander's question, and his eyebrows tilt upwards ruefully as he nods. ]
Guess I made that obvious. I'm Melshi. Are you...?
[ a shard-bearer, he means, by the cant of his head. ]