He could not suppress the laugh at the thought of Vulcans being 'cryptic' and 'lyrical'. Those two words had never cross his mind when conversing with Spock or any other. He pressed a hand to his stomach as he grabbed hold of himself, very nearly crying at the idea of it.
"No, hardly lyrical. Vulcans love logic, above all else," he said when he could speak again. "They are very much about fact and reason." They could be cryptic when they so desired, but he had yet to come across much of that with Spock or any other Vulcan he had met.
The second request has him thinking though, sucking on his bottom lip as he considered. "The problem is that there are many types of elf," he explained to her. "The idea of them shifts depending on whatever the author or the legend calls for. Generally, though, they tend to keep to being ethereal, beautiful, long-lived, and usually very in tune with nature and magic in some shape or form."
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"No, hardly lyrical. Vulcans love logic, above all else," he said when he could speak again. "They are very much about fact and reason." They could be cryptic when they so desired, but he had yet to come across much of that with Spock or any other Vulcan he had met.
The second request has him thinking though, sucking on his bottom lip as he considered. "The problem is that there are many types of elf," he explained to her. "The idea of them shifts depending on whatever the author or the legend calls for. Generally, though, they tend to keep to being ethereal, beautiful, long-lived, and usually very in tune with nature and magic in some shape or form."