['Managing electricity' only makes half sense to Soren, whose only experience with that is in magic. It doesn't register as anything worth questioning, however, and he falls into a spell of silence as he watches Emil gather and snap planks, douse them and set fire to the heap. Thoughtfulness floods in. The reality of what is happening, that something like a memory can be shared between two people here. It had been strange from the beginning, but that strangeness settles over him anew.
This is all something he should never have been able to see. But here he is, standing beside the person who lived through this moment. Soren glances at the present Emil for just a couple of seconds and privately registers that again, like a thief might reach into his pocket to thumb a looted gem. He would feel like more of a trespasser if Emil weren't so oddly... welcoming of him being here. Sharing and narrating one of the harder moments of his life like he had invited what amounted to an intruder here in the first place.
Both Emils head toward the fireplace, and Soren is grateful to follow. Unfortunately, it's hard to settle in as close to the flames as he'd like when Lalli is stretched out directly in front of it. As a product of a memory and not a living body, chances are Soren would phase through if he scooted over him, but... he cannot bring himself to do that. Both because it gives him the creeps to contemplate, but it's disrespectful. Soren crouches where he can with a sigh, musing wryly as his wings fan open just a bit to embrace the radiating heat.]
I wonder if the memory will change to accommodate your experiences, or if we'll be stuck here watching you sleep for a while.
[Because that sounds delightful. Maybe they can all have a slumber party here in freezing troll dreamland.]
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This is all something he should never have been able to see. But here he is, standing beside the person who lived through this moment. Soren glances at the present Emil for just a couple of seconds and privately registers that again, like a thief might reach into his pocket to thumb a looted gem. He would feel like more of a trespasser if Emil weren't so oddly... welcoming of him being here. Sharing and narrating one of the harder moments of his life like he had invited what amounted to an intruder here in the first place.
Both Emils head toward the fireplace, and Soren is grateful to follow. Unfortunately, it's hard to settle in as close to the flames as he'd like when Lalli is stretched out directly in front of it. As a product of a memory and not a living body, chances are Soren would phase through if he scooted over him, but... he cannot bring himself to do that. Both because it gives him the creeps to contemplate, but it's disrespectful. Soren crouches where he can with a sigh, musing wryly as his wings fan open just a bit to embrace the radiating heat.]
I wonder if the memory will change to accommodate your experiences, or if we'll be stuck here watching you sleep for a while.
[Because that sounds delightful. Maybe they can all have a slumber party here in freezing troll dreamland.]