It was rather unusual, unexpected, to ever see the android like being out and about on Tolgalen. Rarely she leaves the office building of the West Fiore Trade Company, even rarer to see her in the business district of the island continent. Accompanied by her floating book like object, she gently floats above the ground, slowly gliding across the cobble streets in a lofty mood, though none of it was ever on her face. Just like a wall, making her eyebrows twitch took great effort, even more for a smile. The android being just took every pun to the joke at face value so nothing really made her laugh, assuming if she could even. Even 3.H. herself is unaware if the ability to express laughter is an installed programming in her system.
Then something catches her green-blue eyes, her person stopping to a halt before her drift slowly went up to the flora on sale at a florist. It was a humble setting, green accents accompanied a beige building, decorated in flowers from red to violet. Small couples and single people drifted by the flowers, window shopping and sometimes stepping in. 3.H. floated close, curious about the flora that has been picked for selling purposes. However, the words she hears as she explored the petals and stems piqued her interest. Something about how flowers speak in a hidden language, each telling a person a different meaning. It boosted her curiosity, hearing that flowers can express a person's personality and behaviour.
However it was too little information, and her mind raced with logic thinking. How can species of flora ever express such things? Was it the color? 3.H. knows that color does affect a person's mood, but to be a direct reference seems to be a stretch even for such a concept on emotions. 3.H. must learn more, but from who? Who could be capable of teaching her the properties of the flowers that could help advance her behavioral studies in the human mind?
Then something catches her green-blue eyes, her person stopping to a halt before her drift slowly went up to the flora on sale at a florist. It was a humble setting, green accents accompanied a beige building, decorated in flowers from red to violet. Small couples and single people drifted by the flowers, window shopping and sometimes stepping in. 3.H. floated close, curious about the flora that has been picked for selling purposes. However, the words she hears as she explored the petals and stems piqued her interest. Something about how flowers speak in a hidden language, each telling a person a different meaning. It boosted her curiosity, hearing that flowers can express a person's personality and behaviour.
However it was too little information, and her mind raced with logic thinking. How can species of flora ever express such things? Was it the color? 3.H. knows that color does affect a person's mood, but to be a direct reference seems to be a stretch even for such a concept on emotions. 3.H. must learn more, but from who? Who could be capable of teaching her the properties of the flowers that could help advance her behavioral studies in the human mind?