[For a moment he is a glacial blur, ducking into the thick shadows beneath raised roots— disappearing entirely. With his absence, the branches slow in their pursuit, curling briefly in midair: it can't chase what it can't perceive, apparently, which leaves Loki as its focus.
The seconds tick on— turning instead to a minute or so— the Grand Admiral either absent or inactive, or some mixture of either, just before Thrawn calls out, standing at Loki's back some distance away (dirt flecking shimmering blue-black hair and the rest of his angular features):]
We Chiss prefer subtlety.
[He tips his palm, showing off a handful of gathered seeds.]
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The seconds tick on— turning instead to a minute or so— the Grand Admiral either absent or inactive, or some mixture of either, just before Thrawn calls out, standing at Loki's back some distance away (dirt flecking shimmering blue-black hair and the rest of his angular features):]
We Chiss prefer subtlety.
[He tips his palm, showing off a handful of gathered seeds.]