“Yeah, this place, uh, this place has a bad habit of doin’ that. Trickin’ folks with illusions, I mean. You gotta be careful with ‘em—sometimes they ain’t just visions and they can do some real damage.”
Kieran’s voice has a quiet edge to it, as if it’s laced with something bitter. Not quite angry, but close to a resignation that leans acrimonious, but never really reaches it. Like a scar that’s mostly healed over, but still fresh.
He quickly returns to that smile from moments before, though, jumping to something positive. Charles has just arrived. That’s something to celebrate; he’s not here to get bogged down in Kieran’s woes.
“B-But this one’s real nice! You picked a good place to, uh, d-dream up.”
Oh no he made it awkward.
"When did ya show up, anyway? I-Is anyone else with ya?"
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Kieran’s voice has a quiet edge to it, as if it’s laced with something bitter. Not quite angry, but close to a resignation that leans acrimonious, but never really reaches it. Like a scar that’s mostly healed over, but still fresh.
He quickly returns to that smile from moments before, though, jumping to something positive. Charles has just arrived. That’s something to celebrate; he’s not here to get bogged down in Kieran’s woes.
“B-But this one’s real nice! You picked a good place to, uh, d-dream up.”
Oh no he made it awkward.
"When did ya show up, anyway? I-Is anyone else with ya?"