[It might just be, a little bit. Though his routines are more a matter of being a stickler for cleanliness, liking his life and things arranged, and less a matter of fearful rituals for the sake of avoiding terrible consequences... usually.
His regular mirror cleaning is, as much as anything, an excuse to look at shapes from home. Magic attacks, like bones and spears and little bursts of fire. Familiar scenery, like flowers or buildings among trees. Shapes like distant, blurry versions of people he knows and misses.]
There's roads, sure. The city's crowded with roads! And buildings, and mostly people. Outside the city...
[The complicated machinery of the Core, and then the steam vent pathways over lava. Terrible.]
They're a lot windier. Gaps, and twisting turns. Not very desirable at all! But, well, updating them takes time. And you could always ask the Riverperson for a boat ride.
[He's prevaricating, and hard. It's a little fraught to explain, to a human, that the difficulty was partly by design, for fear of murderous invaders.]
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His regular mirror cleaning is, as much as anything, an excuse to look at shapes from home. Magic attacks, like bones and spears and little bursts of fire. Familiar scenery, like flowers or buildings among trees. Shapes like distant, blurry versions of people he knows and misses.]
There's roads, sure. The city's crowded with roads! And buildings, and mostly people. Outside the city...
[The complicated machinery of the Core, and then the steam vent pathways over lava. Terrible.]
They're a lot windier. Gaps, and twisting turns. Not very desirable at all! But, well, updating them takes time. And you could always ask the Riverperson for a boat ride.
[He's prevaricating, and hard. It's a little fraught to explain, to a human, that the difficulty was partly by design, for fear of murderous invaders.]
Besides! Terrible transportation's a tradition.