A gentle thunk and my glove was returned to me. A frown creases the folds between my eyebrows as I retrieve the glove, though instead of putting it back on, I take the one remaining on my hand off, and put both gloves into a pocket. The maker of this overcoat was right - you can never have too many pockets.
I watched as the bird landed on what I could only assume was his master's broad shoulder, taking in everything around me with a guarded air - I was trying not to jump to conclusions, trying to let the world make sense of itself in its own good time, and yet, I couldn't help but think have I fallen into some next-level fully-immersive Game-of-Thrones role-play-game?
The thought is quickly pushed from my mind as yet another new piece of information steals my attention - what is that? My eyes fall upon what my brain wants me to call a deer, though she is smaller and seemingly more delicate than 'normal' deer that I've worked with, and her antlers glow.
Loren mentions that I probably have many questions. He is very, very correct. I nod, and swallow as I try to just keep holding my shit together.
After shaking his hand, I feel a warmth spread through me, and my aches slowly and yet certainly melt away. I let it do so, doing my best to embrace this feeling rather than fight it (and also try not to question why this guy has a magic handshake). He introduces his bird as Korbin, to which I give another nod, and murmur, "Thanks for being my guide, Korbin."
I'm a vet. Talking to animals is totally normal.
We move into another room, and I sit myself down in front of the fire, removing my outercoat and sitting it right next to my body. I do my best not to get lost in my own thoughts again (there's lots of them), and focus on my present situation. I accept the mug from Loren, taking a slow smell of the contents before bringing it to my lips. I've never been much of a wine guy, but this stuff is good.
The strange deer creature approaches me, and I quickly dig around my coat for the last few crumbs of biscuit, and proffer them to her. "Hi Astra, it's a pleasure to meet you," I smile kindly, genuinely - animals, even magical, unknown animals, have always brought a deep comfort to my soul. It's why I chose the career that I did. If Astra permits, I would gladly run my hand along her slender neck and feel her fur between my fingers.
I turn my attention back to Loren, the most relaxed and settled I've felt since it happened.
"I hope I don't sound insane, but I don't think I'm from anywhere nearby," I begin, trying to sort out my thoughts to see if I can communicate exactly how I got here. "I was staying at a place called Antarctica, on an expedition with scientists, studying the wildlife there. It was the middle of the night-" belatedly I realise why I am probably a lot more tired than I should be "-and there was the aurora lights in the sky. Only, it was the wrong season for it. I was looking at the lights and then-" I nod to Korbin "-he found me wandering out near the glacier."
It was an extremely summarised version of the most recent events that have occurred in my life, and I didn't know how much or how little to say. I press my forefinger and thumb against the arch of my nose, trying to relieve a strange pressure (headache?) building up there.
Little did I know, the surprises weren't nearly done for the day yet.
ooc: now that he's calmed down a bit, I'll have him start to hear some Attuned-bond thoughts, if that's OK :)
I watched as the bird landed on what I could only assume was his master's broad shoulder, taking in everything around me with a guarded air - I was trying not to jump to conclusions, trying to let the world make sense of itself in its own good time, and yet, I couldn't help but think have I fallen into some next-level fully-immersive Game-of-Thrones role-play-game?
The thought is quickly pushed from my mind as yet another new piece of information steals my attention - what is that? My eyes fall upon what my brain wants me to call a deer, though she is smaller and seemingly more delicate than 'normal' deer that I've worked with, and her antlers glow.
Loren mentions that I probably have many questions. He is very, very correct. I nod, and swallow as I try to just keep holding my shit together.
After shaking his hand, I feel a warmth spread through me, and my aches slowly and yet certainly melt away. I let it do so, doing my best to embrace this feeling rather than fight it (and also try not to question why this guy has a magic handshake). He introduces his bird as Korbin, to which I give another nod, and murmur, "Thanks for being my guide, Korbin."
I'm a vet. Talking to animals is totally normal.
We move into another room, and I sit myself down in front of the fire, removing my outercoat and sitting it right next to my body. I do my best not to get lost in my own thoughts again (there's lots of them), and focus on my present situation. I accept the mug from Loren, taking a slow smell of the contents before bringing it to my lips. I've never been much of a wine guy, but this stuff is good.
The strange deer creature approaches me, and I quickly dig around my coat for the last few crumbs of biscuit, and proffer them to her. "Hi Astra, it's a pleasure to meet you," I smile kindly, genuinely - animals, even magical, unknown animals, have always brought a deep comfort to my soul. It's why I chose the career that I did. If Astra permits, I would gladly run my hand along her slender neck and feel her fur between my fingers.
I turn my attention back to Loren, the most relaxed and settled I've felt since it happened.
"I hope I don't sound insane, but I don't think I'm from anywhere nearby," I begin, trying to sort out my thoughts to see if I can communicate exactly how I got here. "I was staying at a place called Antarctica, on an expedition with scientists, studying the wildlife there. It was the middle of the night-" belatedly I realise why I am probably a lot more tired than I should be "-and there was the aurora lights in the sky. Only, it was the wrong season for it. I was looking at the lights and then-" I nod to Korbin "-he found me wandering out near the glacier."
It was an extremely summarised version of the most recent events that have occurred in my life, and I didn't know how much or how little to say. I press my forefinger and thumb against the arch of my nose, trying to relieve a strange pressure (headache?) building up there.
Little did I know, the surprises weren't nearly done for the day yet.
ooc: now that he's calmed down a bit, I'll have him start to hear some Attuned-bond thoughts, if that's OK :)
Chulane
