[letting himself watch Emery primp and preen as he does in such a way is something Zel ought to do more of, he thinks. was he always this concerned with his attire? surely not, but he can't be a hundred percent certain...
still, he makes note of the choices made and discarded, the particular order of things tucked or buttoned...should that be the order in reverse for it all to be undone?
thoughts for later.
for now, Zel gets to his feet, rolling his shoulders until he hears a bit of a crack (he needs to stop sleeping upright), and nods, following after him to pay for the days stayed. he shrugs mildly at the confusion from the innkeeper (it's night, why are they leaving now) and proceeds after Emery out into the early evening.
after a few blinks, his eyes adjust to the darkness and, when Emery is ready, takes hold of him by the waist and casts Ray Wing, raising the both of them up and away in the direction of the doorway Emery had found just hours prior.]
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still, he makes note of the choices made and discarded, the particular order of things tucked or buttoned...should that be the order in reverse for it all to be undone?
thoughts for later.
for now, Zel gets to his feet, rolling his shoulders until he hears a bit of a crack (he needs to stop sleeping upright), and nods, following after him to pay for the days stayed. he shrugs mildly at the confusion from the innkeeper (it's night, why are they leaving now) and proceeds after Emery out into the early evening.
after a few blinks, his eyes adjust to the darkness and, when Emery is ready, takes hold of him by the waist and casts Ray Wing, raising the both of them up and away in the direction of the doorway Emery had found just hours prior.]