[With the novelty of his very large animal-shape not wholly worn off, Myr...hasn't quite realized yet how visually arresting he is at his size. It isn't quite the same thing as realizing he's big enough to hurt other people or destroy things if he's not careful--but then Circle mages are raised with a bitter cognizance of how much ruin they could cause, intentionally or not. What's being a giant deer to having magic?
When he's in his right mind, tomorrow, he's going to have a whole heap of philosophical problems to think about.
But tonight's for not-thinking; tonight's for enjoying the company of old friends and making new ones. Thus Reynir's "warning" gets a rumbling laugh; having his ears talked off is, in fact, exactly what Myr's looking for along with his music--though he'll let the other Faun get to playing before saying so.
Had he eyes to close, he'd do so as Reynir plays, to better lose himself in the music. As it is he dips his head so his nose is nearly resting on the ground, every line of him relaxed by the song.
(If he were a spirit, Reynir would definitely be getting a boon for this one.)]
Thank you, [Myr says, when the song is through. ] I liked that one. [He goes so far as to hum a phrase of the song back at Reynir, looking pleased with himself as he does.]
You're doing very well for only a few months' practice. I want to hear more, when you've worked them out. Do any of them have words?
[A pause, and before he lets himself totally forget:] And don't worry at all about rambling at me; I like you already and want to hear whatever you'll tell me about your home.
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When he's in his right mind, tomorrow, he's going to have a whole heap of philosophical problems to think about.
But tonight's for not-thinking; tonight's for enjoying the company of old friends and making new ones. Thus Reynir's "warning" gets a rumbling laugh; having his ears talked off is, in fact, exactly what Myr's looking for along with his music--though he'll let the other Faun get to playing before saying so.
Had he eyes to close, he'd do so as Reynir plays, to better lose himself in the music. As it is he dips his head so his nose is nearly resting on the ground, every line of him relaxed by the song.
(If he were a spirit, Reynir would definitely be getting a boon for this one.)]
Thank you, [Myr says, when the song is through. ] I liked that one. [He goes so far as to hum a phrase of the song back at Reynir, looking pleased with himself as he does.]
You're doing very well for only a few months' practice. I want to hear more, when you've worked them out. Do any of them have words?
[A pause, and before he lets himself totally forget:] And don't worry at all about rambling at me; I like you already and want to hear whatever you'll tell me about your home.