[Carlisle remains silent as Reynir prattles on, listening intently. He's so sure he can hear water splashing beneath their feet with every step, their breaths in the likely nonexistent air. It's not an easy task, but he wills himself to ignore the thought of the abyssal depths below them, threatening to pull him under; he stifles his fear of the vast sky above them, one which would swallow him whole if allowed; he gnaws on his lip, doing his damnedest to not consider the endless horizon on their every side, its featureless expanse simultaneously foreign and familiar.
And so he focuses on Reynir's words, letting them fill the void that would otherwise be filled with his overwhelming fears. He's calmer with every step; he almost feels like opening his eyes. Opening one just a crack, he finds that no, maybe he's not quite ready for that, his hand tightening on Reynir's. He's not much for hand-holding, figurative or literal -- he's not used to being touched in general, as it's not recommended for someone whose primary work is channeling through his hands -- but he stifles his discomfort, far more unnerved by the thought of being left behind.
Putting his free hand over his eyes to avoid further temptation, he forces himself to try to picture what it is his companion is describing. Unfortunately, Carlisle is not terribly imaginative, despite his best efforts.]
Wh- why would someone hide they were a m- mage? It doesn't sound taboo, from how- from how you've spoken of it.
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And so he focuses on Reynir's words, letting them fill the void that would otherwise be filled with his overwhelming fears. He's calmer with every step; he almost feels like opening his eyes. Opening one just a crack, he finds that no, maybe he's not quite ready for that, his hand tightening on Reynir's. He's not much for hand-holding, figurative or literal -- he's not used to being touched in general, as it's not recommended for someone whose primary work is channeling through his hands -- but he stifles his discomfort, far more unnerved by the thought of being left behind.
Putting his free hand over his eyes to avoid further temptation, he forces himself to try to picture what it is his companion is describing. Unfortunately, Carlisle is not terribly imaginative, despite his best efforts.]
Wh- why would someone hide they were a m- mage? It doesn't sound taboo, from how- from how you've spoken of it.