[ Quentin frowns, mostly because he's not sure how to answer that question. His lips quirk downwards, but he doesn't seem upset. Tired, if anything.
Then again, Quentin's almost always tired. ]
Earth doesn't--my home, I mean. There's magic in it, I mean--I'm a Magician, we've got schools for it and everything--but other worlds rely on it. [ Like the fantastical kingdom of Fillory, where Quentin is a King and absolutely fucked everything up. ] Just trying to fix what I broke. [ Which is all of magic. It's fine, he's not an anxious mess over it at all, really. He clears his throat, flicking his finished cigarette into the fire. ]
I'm going to need a crash course if I'm going to even attempt to fit in, and since I don't know about literally anything here. other than you. Qunaris. Qunari? Do you guys have Elves, too? Oh--oh my god, wait, are there--are there hobbits here?
[ He's not joking or sarcastic--he genuinely looks exited, looking imploringly at Bull, though his gaze does dip down to the other's jaw momentarily. ]
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Then again, Quentin's almost always tired. ]
Earth doesn't--my home, I mean. There's magic in it, I mean--I'm a Magician, we've got schools for it and everything--but other worlds rely on it. [ Like the fantastical kingdom of Fillory, where Quentin is a King and absolutely fucked everything up. ] Just trying to fix what I broke. [ Which is all of magic. It's fine, he's not an anxious mess over it at all, really. He clears his throat, flicking his finished cigarette into the fire. ]
I'm going to need a crash course if I'm going to even attempt to fit in, and since I don't know about literally anything here. other than you. Qunaris. Qunari? Do you guys have Elves, too? Oh--oh my god, wait, are there--are there hobbits here?
[ He's not joking or sarcastic--he genuinely looks exited, looking imploringly at Bull, though his gaze does dip down to the other's jaw momentarily. ]