[ The offering of a subject change is a relief. He does not want to beat a subject into the ground long past the point being made, but neither does he wish to be too nonchalant about something dire. As ever, a middle ground must be found; he is lucky Viktor makes it easy.
At least now he can turn his attention to eating now that he's assembled his series of platters, giving plenty of choice when it comes to what to eat first. Viktor, thankfully, is not a picky child unwilling to take the potion to heal their scraped knee. There are no complaints about the vegetables tasting off - he has one, it tastes like a cucumber ought to. ]
In the wake of the Sundering, we only encountered disasters or the remnants of disaster. With our creation magics twisted, most...conveniences we were used to were long since obliterated or fallen to ruin.
[ But not here, not now. Lacking creation magics, the vast majority of the damage came from falling to despair itself, and instead of endless horrors, the only thing he feels is the incredulity of stepping out into rolling fields, a farm mostly undisturbed by the nightmare outside.
After a moment of consideration, he cleans his hands with a handkerchief and then lifts an arm, snapping sharp in the quiet around them and the scene falls into place like a curtain falling. He is not so foolish to take Viktor there and risk him, especially not after this but to add the illusion atop where they sit on the hill is a thoughtless bit of magic. Farmland and a little home nestled in the center, animals roaming about. The fence, fixed. ]
You would never know all that has happened to look at it. I hope that gives you some measure of peace when you think of those who asked us to leave them behind.
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At least now he can turn his attention to eating now that he's assembled his series of platters, giving plenty of choice when it comes to what to eat first. Viktor, thankfully, is not a picky child unwilling to take the potion to heal their scraped knee. There are no complaints about the vegetables tasting off - he has one, it tastes like a cucumber ought to. ]
In the wake of the Sundering, we only encountered disasters or the remnants of disaster. With our creation magics twisted, most...conveniences we were used to were long since obliterated or fallen to ruin.
[ But not here, not now. Lacking creation magics, the vast majority of the damage came from falling to despair itself, and instead of endless horrors, the only thing he feels is the incredulity of stepping out into rolling fields, a farm mostly undisturbed by the nightmare outside.
After a moment of consideration, he cleans his hands with a handkerchief and then lifts an arm, snapping sharp in the quiet around them and the scene falls into place like a curtain falling. He is not so foolish to take Viktor there and risk him, especially not after this but to add the illusion atop where they sit on the hill is a thoughtless bit of magic. Farmland and a little home nestled in the center, animals roaming about. The fence, fixed. ]
You would never know all that has happened to look at it. I hope that gives you some measure of peace when you think of those who asked us to leave them behind.