[ he's not too shaken by the use of magic, mostly because he's more than used to fighting alongside the villagers of the nameless town, all of them with magic of their own. but in that case, it was a dream. a figment of his subconscious.
now...he has to admit that it's a little weird. and he can't help but feel a bit off, watching the goose run away honking. is that what pity is like? he doesn't really know.
he'll just focus on getting his knife back. russell picks it up, mindlessly cleaning the hilt and blade on the side of his pants before holding it against his side. ]
...Thank you. [ ... ] What was that, um, magic? That you used.
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[ he's not too shaken by the use of magic, mostly because he's more than used to fighting alongside the villagers of the nameless town, all of them with magic of their own. but in that case, it was a dream. a figment of his subconscious.
now...he has to admit that it's a little weird. and he can't help but feel a bit off, watching the goose run away honking. is that what pity is like? he doesn't really know.
he'll just focus on getting his knife back. russell picks it up, mindlessly cleaning the hilt and blade on the side of his pants before holding it against his side. ]
...Thank you. [ ... ] What was that, um, magic? That you used.