Not really a thing. [ There's soldiers, sure, but Quentin can't honestly recall a time he's seen anyone with an eyepatch that wasn't Margo Hanson, and even then, her eye was a pretty abnormal thing to begin with.
Don't mess with Fairies. They'll fuck you and your body parts right up.
They actually get to the little encampment and Quentin immediately calms down a little--he's always tense, always a little nervous, but a place to sit is sounding really good now. ]
Yeah.
[ He adjusts his bag as he approaches the fire, raising a hand. It's a blink of an eye--he stares at the fire, twisting his fingers into an odd shape, rolling his knuckles like it's second nature, and when he brings his hand up fully, the fire jumps to life like it had been roaring happily 20 minutes ago. Quentin absently shakes out his hand, tearing his gaze away from the fire and looking over at Bull. ]
Good enough?
[ Bull's never answered his question, he realizes. He'll broach again when he's sitting. ]
[ ooc: the exact spell is timestamped here you're curious~ ]
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Don't mess with Fairies. They'll fuck you and your body parts right up.
They actually get to the little encampment and Quentin immediately calms down a little--he's always tense, always a little nervous, but a place to sit is sounding really good now. ]
Yeah.
[ He adjusts his bag as he approaches the fire, raising a hand. It's a blink of an eye--he stares at the fire, twisting his fingers into an odd shape, rolling his knuckles like it's second nature, and when he brings his hand up fully, the fire jumps to life like it had been roaring happily 20 minutes ago. Quentin absently shakes out his hand, tearing his gaze away from the fire and looking over at Bull. ]
Good enough?
[ Bull's never answered his question, he realizes. He'll broach again when he's sitting. ]
[ ooc: the exact spell is timestamped here you're curious~ ]