( There's that feeling, again. Not like it's unexpected at all, or irregular. Still, the sensation that there's a thin wire yanking at Emil's consciousness isn't one that's welcome, even if he's been subjected to it practically daily for the past odd month. Some days it's more extreme than others, depending on how stubborn he feels, or if he has a reason to lollygag (maybe more aptly, to lalligag) around Honir.
That is indeed the case today, as he's lost on whether or not Lalli is actually coming back anytime soon after proclaiming he was going out to ask for meat. The more he's thought about it, he wonders if it's a fool's errand. On one hand, Honir had graciously given Emil what he wanted previously, and all he had to do was ask. On the other, if they wanted there to be meat around...surely they could magic up some animals? A dragon showed up, why not a pig or two?
The familiar scritching comes at the door just when he's feeling uncomfortable enough to give up and leave. ) Yeah? ( After a pause and the scritching doesn't stop, Emil hops up from his place on the bed, going to get the door. That's when he can smell it -- meat. It can't be, right? Well, Lalli said he would get it, and he's good with following through.
It's not until he opens the door that it fully hits him, and his eyes don't even fall on Lalli at all. Just that big slab of venison pleasantly presented before him. )
Is that real? ( It smells real. It looks real. He sure does hope it tastes real. He's been burned by hallucinations before...but ultimate it's a disbelieving but rhetorical question. He takes the plate from his friend, lifting it up for a closer look. ) And we can just eat all of this?
( That's definitely a more honest question; here's to hoping there's no caveat for sharing. )
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That is indeed the case today, as he's lost on whether or not Lalli is actually coming back anytime soon after proclaiming he was going out to ask for meat. The more he's thought about it, he wonders if it's a fool's errand. On one hand, Honir had graciously given Emil what he wanted previously, and all he had to do was ask. On the other, if they wanted there to be meat around...surely they could magic up some animals? A dragon showed up, why not a pig or two?
The familiar scritching comes at the door just when he's feeling uncomfortable enough to give up and leave. ) Yeah? ( After a pause and the scritching doesn't stop, Emil hops up from his place on the bed, going to get the door. That's when he can smell it -- meat. It can't be, right? Well, Lalli said he would get it, and he's good with following through.
It's not until he opens the door that it fully hits him, and his eyes don't even fall on Lalli at all. Just that big slab of venison pleasantly presented before him. )
Is that real? ( It smells real. It looks real. He sure does hope it tastes real. He's been burned by hallucinations before...but ultimate it's a disbelieving but rhetorical question. He takes the plate from his friend, lifting it up for a closer look. ) And we can just eat all of this?
( That's definitely a more honest question; here's to hoping there's no caveat for sharing. )