[If she senses the spirits like Gilia does, she might feel the warmth of his unseen glow, the Wild magic he's made of. He’s musky; smelling of whiskey and beer, sweat, soil, grass, and a hint of metal.]
There were warriors in a country I visited once. [Only then does his focus lift, and he tips his head to her.] They had racks like yers. [He brings his gaze back down to hers.] Tall. Fearless.
[Sweeney can't help but wonder, knowing that there are several people here that share worlds from before. He does his best not to think about Dead Wife, half naked in the snow. He replaces the image with Gilia's home, where he had been lost, and she had found him and opened a whole different world for him to lose himself to.
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There were warriors in a country I visited once. [Only then does his focus lift, and he tips his head to her.] They had racks like yers. [He brings his gaze back down to hers.] Tall. Fearless.
[Sweeney can't help but wonder, knowing that there are several people here that share worlds from before. He does his best not to think about Dead Wife, half naked in the snow. He replaces the image with Gilia's home, where he had been lost, and she had found him and opened a whole different world for him to lose himself to.
What if?]