[ It's still taking some getting used to, explaining about where he comes from. In Reynir's version of reality, Iceland is the center of the known world, by far the wealthiest, most advanced, most populous country. But of course, there are people here from worlds where it doesn't even exist! ]
Yes, Iceland's near to the arctic. Although it's not as cold as Norway or Finland or Sweden, because it's an island and... something about the way the wind moves?
[ He waves off the details of the explanation, because he doesn't remember the exact specifics and doubts Thancred really cares all that much. His suggestion that Reynir maybe take of his cloak surprises a laugh from him, but the guy has a point. Reynir shoulders it off, folding it over his arm. He probably shouldn't have worn it in the first place, huh?
And he can't resist a little bit of a boast, when Thancred says he might be a great explorer. Reynir's chin tilts up, his shoulders straightening as he says: ]
I've already been on two expeditions into the Silent World, actually. Well, one and a half. The half is because I was brought here in the middle of one. And technically I wasn't there for the whole first expedition, but I joined really early on.
[ It's not exactly a lie, even if he is leaving out a few unflattering details... any mention of him foolishly stowing away, or getting rescued, or anything like that. ]
Oh, just - magic stuff. It's so different here from the way it worked in my world.
[ He doesn't want to bore Thancred with Coven talk, particularly when the guy obviously got the 'Monster' side of the coin flip when he arrived. He starts to cut some lavender from a cluster, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply with a warm smile. Yes, he's going to get a lot of that. ]
Was there magic in your world, before you came here? I know some people, they say they came from places without it. And - if you're not from Earth, what was your world called, what was it like?
[ ...And perhaps this explains, at least a little bit, why Reynir may have been struggling to make friends in this place. He's not good at casual, or restraining himself from asking a million things at once. ]
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Yes, Iceland's near to the arctic. Although it's not as cold as Norway or Finland or Sweden, because it's an island and... something about the way the wind moves?
[ He waves off the details of the explanation, because he doesn't remember the exact specifics and doubts Thancred really cares all that much. His suggestion that Reynir maybe take of his cloak surprises a laugh from him, but the guy has a point. Reynir shoulders it off, folding it over his arm. He probably shouldn't have worn it in the first place, huh?
And he can't resist a little bit of a boast, when Thancred says he might be a great explorer. Reynir's chin tilts up, his shoulders straightening as he says: ]
I've already been on two expeditions into the Silent World, actually. Well, one and a half. The half is because I was brought here in the middle of one. And technically I wasn't there for the whole first expedition, but I joined really early on.
[ It's not exactly a lie, even if he is leaving out a few unflattering details... any mention of him foolishly stowing away, or getting rescued, or anything like that. ]
Oh, just - magic stuff. It's so different here from the way it worked in my world.
[ He doesn't want to bore Thancred with Coven talk, particularly when the guy obviously got the 'Monster' side of the coin flip when he arrived. He starts to cut some lavender from a cluster, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply with a warm smile. Yes, he's going to get a lot of that. ]
Was there magic in your world, before you came here? I know some people, they say they came from places without it. And - if you're not from Earth, what was your world called, what was it like?
[ ...And perhaps this explains, at least a little bit, why Reynir may have been struggling to make friends in this place. He's not good at casual, or restraining himself from asking a million things at once. ]