He is special. Not in some grand cosmic scheme kind of way, as far as Murmur is aware their threads do not entwine alongside any grand threads of Fate. No, Jon is special for a much more mundane reason: Murmur likes him. Jon has treated him with a kind of curiosity and kindness that Murmur hasn't experienced much in his long existence. Once again they find themselves in a similar state, long regarded so negative that even the barest hint of positive might as well be addicting. Was it wrong to want to foster this newfound friendship with them being so achingly rare?
Murmur's aware when Jon switches from watching the sky to regarding him, but Murmur does not tear his eyes away from the lights. While he also could have pointed out to Jon that if he had a question, the best way would be to simply ask, he instead chose to wait for Jon to come to that conclusion on his own. Forcibly trying to tear anything out of him was likely to be incredibly unpleasant for Jon, and indeed cause Murmur to be quite cross with him. Thankfully the man chose not to chase his initial instinct, it's important to remember one's manners.
"Not at all," He replies simply. "It's true that I am at least as old as the universe itself. Older, perhaps, as I came into existence when the Light was first split from the Dark. Well before the stars themselves were given shape, much less set in motion within the Heavens. That time you could certainly call boring... but not this." He flicks and shifts his wings thoughtfully, tucking them neatly against his back again.
"Of that time rarely have I had the opportunity to stop and truly take in the wonders of Creation. So often am I occupied with grander things it's easy to lose perspective. To stand as you do, not a part of the working mechanisms, to instead step back and observe the results." He glances back down at Jon. "Does that make sense?"
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Murmur's aware when Jon switches from watching the sky to regarding him, but Murmur does not tear his eyes away from the lights. While he also could have pointed out to Jon that if he had a question, the best way would be to simply ask, he instead chose to wait for Jon to come to that conclusion on his own. Forcibly trying to tear anything out of him was likely to be incredibly unpleasant for Jon, and indeed cause Murmur to be quite cross with him. Thankfully the man chose not to chase his initial instinct, it's important to remember one's manners.
"Not at all," He replies simply. "It's true that I am at least as old as the universe itself. Older, perhaps, as I came into existence when the Light was first split from the Dark. Well before the stars themselves were given shape, much less set in motion within the Heavens. That time you could certainly call boring... but not this." He flicks and shifts his wings thoughtfully, tucking them neatly against his back again.
"Of that time rarely have I had the opportunity to stop and truly take in the wonders of Creation. So often am I occupied with grander things it's easy to lose perspective. To stand as you do, not a part of the working mechanisms, to instead step back and observe the results." He glances back down at Jon. "Does that make sense?"