05-12-2021, 03:50 AM
Leilan
To be completely frank, Leilan didn't know quite yet how to shut the portal down; only that it was already fading, after the party. He did, however, keep tabs on it, just in case someone came through that he didn't really... well, appreciate. And, just in case someone thought to use it to jump back home through it. After all, it should still work both ways.
He's tasked Nashua today with cleaning up the forest. While the mirroring maze is already down and part of the Isle's early wintry snows, currently the ice mage tried to figure out flora reviving. As it happened, he'd seeped off some of Borderline and Memorie's traits last time to make it more lush before the party started; but now it had obviously been trampled and honestly the inhabitants of the Isle could use something more to last the winter.
Besides, the pretty flowers, looking to be made of ice or glass or perhaps both (he hadn't figured it out yet) should probably survive and get the chance to regrow, as well.
There's a tug on his mind and his curiosity is awakened, when the mare steps through to come see the Isle. Though he senses no malicious thoughts, he is new to this kind of magic, and his attention being on the tundra meadow, he decides to check it out at any rate; whether to welcome a new visitor or to make sure nothing got burned again.
He's not surprised to see Chemdog was lingering, telling the new mare that it's a party. With a chuckle, the scaled roan skips the last steps to teleport near to them - somehow teleports are the easiest thing for the ever-wandering Leilan. Magic has its perks, he supposes.
"Technically, Chem, we're cleaning up." His eyes sparkle with an amused, emerald gleam as he takes in the black and white male and the star-engulfed mare. "Welcome, I'm Leilan. I see you've attracted some of our local bugs." He smiles to her, the green still very present in his eyes as he insinuates Chemdog is one of those. "Don't worry, they're pretty harmless. This one's Chemdog." he adds for good measure, seeing as the sturdy male himself hadn't exactly given an introduction.
He's tasked Nashua today with cleaning up the forest. While the mirroring maze is already down and part of the Isle's early wintry snows, currently the ice mage tried to figure out flora reviving. As it happened, he'd seeped off some of Borderline and Memorie's traits last time to make it more lush before the party started; but now it had obviously been trampled and honestly the inhabitants of the Isle could use something more to last the winter.
Besides, the pretty flowers, looking to be made of ice or glass or perhaps both (he hadn't figured it out yet) should probably survive and get the chance to regrow, as well.
There's a tug on his mind and his curiosity is awakened, when the mare steps through to come see the Isle. Though he senses no malicious thoughts, he is new to this kind of magic, and his attention being on the tundra meadow, he decides to check it out at any rate; whether to welcome a new visitor or to make sure nothing got burned again.
He's not surprised to see Chemdog was lingering, telling the new mare that it's a party. With a chuckle, the scaled roan skips the last steps to teleport near to them - somehow teleports are the easiest thing for the ever-wandering Leilan. Magic has its perks, he supposes.
"Technically, Chem, we're cleaning up." His eyes sparkle with an amused, emerald gleam as he takes in the black and white male and the star-engulfed mare. "Welcome, I'm Leilan. I see you've attracted some of our local bugs." He smiles to her, the green still very present in his eyes as he insinuates Chemdog is one of those. "Don't worry, they're pretty harmless. This one's Chemdog." he adds for good measure, seeing as the sturdy male himself hadn't exactly given an introduction.
old, but I'm not that old
young, but I'm not that bold
young, but I'm not that bold
@[Ciri] @[Chemdog]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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