The fingers over his flesh felt different for Vanos, for no one had ever really so delicately inspected his flesh before. No Isur would truly care to touch another's skin as one Isur was more or less the same as the other, and thus no curiosity from touching another. But here was this Vantha that was touching the hard flesh of an Isurian for the first time, and in turn Vanos had to hold back his curiosity in not touching the Vantha back in turn. He had touched other humans, of course, but those were nothing more than polite handshakes or pats on the back - he never got to truly feel the flesh that was so delicate and soft. Part of the downside of having flesh akin to stone was that the tactile feedback that Vanos felt at this fingertips was nothing like that of a human or human-like species. If Vanos had the ability to compare the input from his fingers to that of Syllke's, it would feel as if everything he touched in the world was through a thick glove, never quite feeling what's inside his hand. He could feel the physical response from pressing his finger tips against something, but not the same sensory input that Syllke was feeling as the fingers trailed against those thick and pulsing veins along Vanos' arm. Vanos knew that he had no mark to protect him from the cold or the elements, as he was distantly related to Izurdin and thus possessed a weak version of the god's physical characteristics. His flesh was hard and resistant to nature not from a Gnosis mark of a god but because he was part god, albeit, very distantly related. If Vanos was to believe the truth about bloodlines, the Coglias bloodline would be one of the furthest away from the purity of the Sultros line, but all his brothers and sisters looked more or less alike and to Vanos they were all descended from Izurdin. When asked about nudity and his work, Vanos assumed that he meant the clothes that would be on his upper body. It would be foolish to completely work naked, but perhaps it was a Vantha thing where they did their best work in the nude, to which Vanos tilted his head at Syllke and wondered if he would be removing his clothing to help Vanos with tailoring his shirt to better suit his body. "Yes, vork nude. Clothes get in vay of vork, so no vear them vhen at forge. Clothes vill singe or catch fire. More hazardous to keep clothes off and vork nude." Vanos wasn't ashamed of what he said, because in his mind it was the truth. Wearing his shirt would be weird an hazardous, though he did know of some Isurs that enjoyed working with clothes on. And those Isur were the ones that seemed to be the least interested in keeping their bodies in perfect order and shape. "Do Vantha vork nude, too? Snow not varm, don't know how you vork nude at all." Vanos reached out one of his huge hands to Skylle's wrist and gently held it for a moment. The wrist was thin and felt like it would break like a twig between his fingers. Vanos placed two of his own fingers side by side and noticed how the width between those two digits almost seemed comparable to that to the thinnest part of Syllke's arm. "Brittle, Vantha. Surprised you not broke, yet." |