"Wait, what? Didn't see him- maybe when I was abed... I hope he's all right. I, hm." Larric looks off into the distance.
"I don't think that howling is him
. Something bigger and a lot louder, more like. Something that can fight in a three-sided wizards' war, and outlast a dozen thunderbolts, too, and that's no carnival trick. I wish I knew what was going on, but not enough to want to be in the middle of that.
[note: If Dale did not already realize Rohal is a werewolf, Larric's absentmindedness might well cause a 'wait, WHAT' reaction]
"I'm thinking one side is elvish, one side is in a hurry, and one side looks like a- a chorus, almost. Wrapped round itself, a lot of things happening at once in vollies**. If it's one person, one... thing... then they're one amazing juggler."
The alchemist shivers a little, and it's not just the midwinter cold.* "I'm told the sky looked worse the day the Striking Phoenix sacked Auvaine- they saw some of the blasts from ten miles off then too. In broad daylight.
He tries to get a sense for whether the fireworks have woken Lisanna. He's curious to hear what she thinks, and which of those styles look familiar.
*(in real terms it's what, January? February? And in... didn't someone once compare Kuquan to Aquitaine or so in terms of climate? I don't remember)
**The easy explanation for Larric, reflecting very finite thaumaturgical knowledge...
Also, thank you everyone, and especially Fiji, I woke up in a terrible state to go to work and this is just what I needed. Well, that and breakfast, at any rate.
Eleventh Century Remnant wrote:
What is this 'favourite character' you speak of? I have walls lined with bookshelves, having a single favourite character would be like having a favourite brick.
-Story of my literary tastes.