[Late in the month, a package appears at Gale's door, left for him when he's out: a satchel made of soft leather, complete with a clasp at the front made from a large fang to keep it closed. The most important feature is the adjustable strap - perfect for someone who might end up in a much bigger form. While there's no accompanying note to identify its maker, the bag contains several scraps of paper tucked into the various pockets that are sewn into it; inside each of those is a plant or a flower, carefully collected by hand. The main pouch is big enough to hold a book, or even some folded clothes, just in case the owner doesn't want to leave them by a tree.
Pom would've asked what room is Gale's, but a. couldn't have found it via the number anyway, and b. discovered it was faster to just sniff it out, following the familiar scent. At least his new powers are coming in handy.]
Why, whatever do you have to apologize for? You certainly didn't do anything to cause offense. Rather the opposite, I fear. Again, I apologize for being rude, as it was not my intention.
I understand. I've been questioned about whether I was lying about the existence of magic, which rankled quite a bit. The most basic facts of existence in one world seem like an impossibility to someone from a different world. I've been trying to keep that in mind in my discussions with people, but I am still caught off guard on occasion.
If there ever comes a time when I don't want to discuss magic, someone had best take me to the hospital to be checked over.
That can't be easy to deal with, particularly if it's so dissimilar to the world you come from. While I haven't received so strong a reaction about my magic, I have gotten quite a lot of looks for being one of the beasts that wrecked the Valentia's kitchen, if it's any consolation to provide company to your misery.
I've had enough of shapeshifters to last me a lifetime, so I hope that's not something we'll have to deal with here.
Yes! There is a cafe that's not entirely abysmal. I can send you the location?
[just a quick little action]
Pom would've asked what room is Gale's, but a. couldn't have found it via the number anyway, and b. discovered it was faster to just sniff it out, following the familiar scent. At least his new powers are coming in handy.]
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[You know, when he was vaguely irritated for two minutes. Yes he is apologizing for that.]
Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed. And so, sorry about that.
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Did you want to talk about magic now?
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If there ever comes a time when I don't want to discuss magic, someone had best take me to the hospital to be checked over.
Which is to say, yes, I would love to.
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And I'll keep that in mind. Maybe check for shapeshifters, too. Do you want to meet somewhere?
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I've had enough of shapeshifters to last me a lifetime, so I hope that's not something we'll have to deal with here.
Yes! There is a cafe that's not entirely abysmal. I can send you the location?
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[Soooo it could be worse! Yay!]
But sure, send me the address. I'll be there soon.
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Perfect! I'll bring my new favorite dry academic text to show you.
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Great. I'll see you in a bit.