[ there's partially something about the lux arbor that keeps percy from jumping readily to his feet. laid across his lap is his rifle wrapped up securely, while he sits at the roots of it. he'd originally been looking up through the trees boughs and leaves, but finds himself directing that attention to the man... or

centaur?

yes, centaur, coming to take a closer look at the tree itself. truth be told, percy has seen all manner of folk - tieflings, elves, fae, vampires... centaurs are not a sight he's ever beheld, but he's not too jarred. though perhaps he glances a hair too long at all four legs before turning his eyes up. ]

Not at all. This tree is quite the spectacle - something straight from the Feywild almost...

[ he smiles slightly with a bit of a shrug ] I thought I might spend some time beneath it, see if it does more than simply sing.