[Teleportation is one magic that's flatly impossible on Thedas (so far as any Circle mage knew, or was trained). If the circumstances Myr had experienced it under were any better, he'd be wildly curious about how it's enacted and how the casting felt. As it is, he's begun to think of the whole practice as a necessary inconvenience, disorienting and unpleasant.
He'd been bracing for the landing before they even departed, and his preparation's not wasted when they land; his hooves dig into the carpet but he doesn't drop the boxes, isn't sick or dizzy as reality reasserts itself along with his senses. Smell's foremost in a room so small and echo-damped; the layer on layer of unwholesome scents suggest to a faun's instinct this isn't just an inn.
A disgusted remark to that effect--not a judgment of L, simply an unhappy observation--had been on his lips when the panic hits him. His tail flags, fur bristling; he goes instantly for his staff with the hand not burdened with their meals, mind as torn as his body between flee! and attack!] L--
--Linden, [but it isn't that sort of danger, is it? Take a breath.] Linden, what is it? What did you see?
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He'd been bracing for the landing before they even departed, and his preparation's not wasted when they land; his hooves dig into the carpet but he doesn't drop the boxes, isn't sick or dizzy as reality reasserts itself along with his senses. Smell's foremost in a room so small and echo-damped; the layer on layer of unwholesome scents suggest to a faun's instinct this isn't just an inn.
A disgusted remark to that effect--not a judgment of L, simply an unhappy observation--had been on his lips when the panic hits him. His tail flags, fur bristling; he goes instantly for his staff with the hand not burdened with their meals, mind as torn as his body between flee! and attack!] L--
--Linden, [but it isn't that sort of danger, is it? Take a breath.] Linden, what is it? What did you see?