a [soooooo unless you have the ability to see spirits and things of that ilk normally, you might notice that as soon as the coven arrives on the new world, Mikleo just straight-up . . . vanishes before your eyes. a second later, a small, swirling globe of water appears where he was standing.
weird? that's weird. maybe you should poke it.
. . . if you can still see and hear him anyway, though, this is what actually happens: he breaks out into an enormous, startled smile, then puts one hand out, palm up. the water leaps into existence on his palm, a little silver torrent spinning in place; he sends it dancing over his fingers like a living thing.]
That feels so much better.
b [he's been staring a little longingly up at the ocean sky now and then throughout the trek to the city (not that he could swim through that ocean, but it looks absolutely fascinating, like the greatest water arte he's ever seen, suspended over their heads.) he doesn't think of trying to use his granted power to move ahead of the coven until they reach the graccy border barring their way to the city.
when the caravan floats off over the craggy rocks, though, he stares after it instead of disbelief, then shakes his head (still mostly unseen), then asks, telepathic and a little wry:]
Okay. Who thinks they're really, really not going to be able to make that and could use a ride up? It might be a bit damp, but it'll be a lot faster.
f [at some point in the dizzy whirl of the city, you might stumble on Mikleo among the shops in the marketplace, doing his best to politely engage the storekeeper Palai. he certainly looks pretty magical right now -- he's figured out a trick of gathering some water in around himself, so he makes a strange humanoid shape in a mobile cloud of mist and suspended droplets. he can also still communicate with the Palai telepathically. unfortunately, that's not enough to overcome the cultural gaffe of having gone off alone.]
Look, I just need a spare staff, and some bandages. About this long, sturdy, surely you've got something like that -- what's wrong? I don't understand...
[after the initial joyful reception the coven got, being snubbed is not quite unfamiliar, but still a bit weird. please help him.]
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[soooooo unless you have the ability to see spirits and things of that ilk normally, you might notice that as soon as the coven arrives on the new world, Mikleo just straight-up . . . vanishes before your eyes. a second later, a small, swirling globe of water appears where he was standing.
weird? that's weird. maybe you should poke it.
. . . if you can still see and hear him anyway, though, this is what actually happens: he breaks out into an enormous, startled smile, then puts one hand out, palm up. the water leaps into existence on his palm, a little silver torrent spinning in place; he sends it dancing over his fingers like a living thing.]
That feels so much better.
b
[he's been staring a little longingly up at the ocean sky now and then throughout the trek to the city (not that he could swim through that ocean, but it looks absolutely fascinating, like the greatest water arte he's ever seen, suspended over their heads.) he doesn't think of trying to use his granted power to move ahead of the coven until they reach the graccy border barring their way to the city.
when the caravan floats off over the craggy rocks, though, he stares after it instead of disbelief, then shakes his head (still mostly unseen), then asks, telepathic and a little wry:]
Okay. Who thinks they're really, really not going to be able to make that and could use a ride up? It might be a bit damp, but it'll be a lot faster.
f
[at some point in the dizzy whirl of the city, you might stumble on Mikleo among the shops in the marketplace, doing his best to politely engage the storekeeper Palai. he certainly looks pretty magical right now -- he's figured out a trick of gathering some water in around himself, so he makes a strange humanoid shape in a mobile cloud of mist and suspended droplets. he can also still communicate with the Palai telepathically. unfortunately, that's not enough to overcome the cultural gaffe of having gone off alone.]
Look, I just need a spare staff, and some bandages. About this long, sturdy, surely you've got something like that -- what's wrong? I don't understand...
[after the initial joyful reception the coven got, being snubbed is not quite unfamiliar, but still a bit weird. please help him.]
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