[ he clicks his tongue, bouncing a little on taloned feet and jerking his thumb back toward the corn field and the figures circling it. ] I think I could take him. [ does he really believe that? who knows. it is his job to handle similar tasks at home, so.. maybe.
when the stranger puts his mask on, though, the comment about special effects makes more sense. okay, so they have some kind of seidr, he guesses. he didn't feel it happening, and he's pretty sensitive to it, so maybe it's another kind of unrelated magic. he doesn't pretend to be an expert. ]
Uh, looks like code, kind of. [ he steps closer and leans in, invading qinghua's personal space without thinking. ] --Chinese? [ he pauses, then, reaching up to touch his own mask uncertainly. ] What's on mine? [ what's it even supposed to represent, anyway? ]
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when the stranger puts his mask on, though, the comment about special effects makes more sense. okay, so they have some kind of seidr, he guesses. he didn't feel it happening, and he's pretty sensitive to it, so maybe it's another kind of unrelated magic. he doesn't pretend to be an expert. ]
Uh, looks like code, kind of. [ he steps closer and leans in, invading qinghua's personal space without thinking. ] --Chinese? [ he pauses, then, reaching up to touch his own mask uncertainly. ] What's on mine? [ what's it even supposed to represent, anyway? ]