[Emery didn’t have pets growing up, but Zel’s demeanor right now kind of makes him imagine a dog being left behind at home. Emery’s not dead set on leaving Zel behind for this errand and when Zel droops like that he’s a little tempted to say that Oh, but of course I meant to take you along! But Zel isn’t pushing the point, so Emery breezes on as cheerily as ever-]
Maybe when I get back we can go for a second round.
[-though not without trying to make Zel sputter at least once before he heads out.
Doing the scout work alone gives him a chance to brood about his situation properly, even if he doesn’t exactly need to and probably shouldn’t be. But his feelings about the fae realm are complex- he was technically a prisoner there for about a year and he'd naturally been homesick during that time. So his feelings about going back there would logically involve fear and apprehension and all that fun stuff.
But when he was actually talking about the place to Zel, his enthusiasm was genuine. Emery thinks… he might actually miss the place. He’d always had the sense that there was something not quite right with himself when he was young, and finding out about the entire mess with the Field Lord filled in a lot of gaps, good or bad.
…He really hopes Zel has a good time while they’re there.
Cordial Hill is a steep place but the path that winds between the thickets of trees is walkable enough. A few abandoned cottages in various states of disrepair can be found just off the road, in the process of being reclaimed by the trees. It’s a curious sight, one that makes Emery wish he’d gotten a chance to chat with the locals about the area.
The entrance to the fae realm is also just off the road, albeit protected by brambles and branches that make it hard for the unwitting to spot and even harder for the unwitting to just stumble through. Emery examines it for a while, gazing at the fae version of Cordial Hill just beyond, but not going through yet. Just in case.
He’s… fairly confident he can get Zel through tomorrow night. Fairly confident.
Scouting done, Emery marks the rough position of the entrance on the map and heads back. Hopefully Zel has found some way to occupy that time that doesn’t involve staring at the door, waiting for Emery to get back.]
whoops this turned into another Character Ruminating Post
[Emery didn’t have pets growing up, but Zel’s demeanor right now kind of makes him imagine a dog being left behind at home. Emery’s not dead set on leaving Zel behind for this errand and when Zel droops like that he’s a little tempted to say that Oh, but of course I meant to take you along! But Zel isn’t pushing the point, so Emery breezes on as cheerily as ever-]
Maybe when I get back we can go for a second round.
[-though not without trying to make Zel sputter at least once before he heads out.
Doing the scout work alone gives him a chance to brood about his situation properly, even if he doesn’t exactly need to and probably shouldn’t be. But his feelings about the fae realm are complex- he was technically a prisoner there for about a year and he'd naturally been homesick during that time. So his feelings about going back there would logically involve fear and apprehension and all that fun stuff.
But when he was actually talking about the place to Zel, his enthusiasm was genuine. Emery thinks… he might actually miss the place. He’d always had the sense that there was something not quite right with himself when he was young, and finding out about the entire mess with the Field Lord filled in a lot of gaps, good or bad.
…He really hopes Zel has a good time while they’re there.
Cordial Hill is a steep place but the path that winds between the thickets of trees is walkable enough. A few abandoned cottages in various states of disrepair can be found just off the road, in the process of being reclaimed by the trees. It’s a curious sight, one that makes Emery wish he’d gotten a chance to chat with the locals about the area.
The entrance to the fae realm is also just off the road, albeit protected by brambles and branches that make it hard for the unwitting to spot and even harder for the unwitting to just stumble through. Emery examines it for a while, gazing at the fae version of Cordial Hill just beyond, but not going through yet. Just in case.
He’s… fairly confident he can get Zel through tomorrow night. Fairly confident.
Scouting done, Emery marks the rough position of the entrance on the map and heads back. Hopefully Zel has found some way to occupy that time that doesn’t involve staring at the door, waiting for Emery to get back.]