03-27-2024, 11:07 PM
When she says the idea of so much magic is terrifying it causes him to pause a moment.
Despite having not been back here for a number of years he had never considered what it might be like for someone unfamiliar. To him the magic was just a part of it; it had actually been surprising for him to learn on his journey that not all places had disasters of such a magnitude that they changed the landscape, and they did not frequently follow some glowing orb (or what have you) up a mountain on a fever-dream of an adventure and come out the other side with a new ability — or the loss of one.
That had never happened to him, of course; he liked to think himself too smart to follow strange sights and sounds, but growing up here he knew it was a common occurrence.
“I guess it’s a little unnerving,” he concedes, recognizing that his life outside of Beqanna had actually been quite peaceful without the constant changes. “But somehow you just get used to it.” He has no way of knowing, of course, that the magic here was far more rampant than before.
She asks if he had been born somewhere near here, and he cannot help but to smile at the memory of his childhood. “I was born here, yes,” he starts off, traveling north through the forest. “In a tropical lagoon that I’m afraid no longer exists,” his old home being a victim to the earlier land-changes that he had spoken about. “I remember it being beautiful, though. And we had the place mostly to ourselves — my parents and my siblings, I mean.” He feels an unexpected twinge in his chest at the thought of his family; he had little hope of seeing any of them again, but the hope that did exist flinched at their memory.
“What was your homeland like? Does it have magic, like here?” He asks her, briefly tilting his head towards her before again looking ahead to the deer-worn path he is navigating.
Despite having not been back here for a number of years he had never considered what it might be like for someone unfamiliar. To him the magic was just a part of it; it had actually been surprising for him to learn on his journey that not all places had disasters of such a magnitude that they changed the landscape, and they did not frequently follow some glowing orb (or what have you) up a mountain on a fever-dream of an adventure and come out the other side with a new ability — or the loss of one.
That had never happened to him, of course; he liked to think himself too smart to follow strange sights and sounds, but growing up here he knew it was a common occurrence.
“I guess it’s a little unnerving,” he concedes, recognizing that his life outside of Beqanna had actually been quite peaceful without the constant changes. “But somehow you just get used to it.” He has no way of knowing, of course, that the magic here was far more rampant than before.
She asks if he had been born somewhere near here, and he cannot help but to smile at the memory of his childhood. “I was born here, yes,” he starts off, traveling north through the forest. “In a tropical lagoon that I’m afraid no longer exists,” his old home being a victim to the earlier land-changes that he had spoken about. “I remember it being beautiful, though. And we had the place mostly to ourselves — my parents and my siblings, I mean.” He feels an unexpected twinge in his chest at the thought of his family; he had little hope of seeing any of them again, but the hope that did exist flinched at their memory.
“What was your homeland like? Does it have magic, like here?” He asks her, briefly tilting his head towards her before again looking ahead to the deer-worn path he is navigating.
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