Llewellyn beamed at her approval for the crown he’d made her, even if she hadn’t expected one for herself… It just seemed fitting that he make her one, after she had made one for him. “I’m glad you like it! I, um… Wanted you to have the first.” He commented, rubbing the side of his cheek lightly before he finally began fussing with selecting flowers for another crown to move on to helping her fill her basket to hand out later.
Listening with interest as she began to explain, some of the concern left and his shoulders settled into a more relaxed posture, his furrowed brow easing. “Oh…” He murmured, eyes following the flowers now moving in the air that was stirred up around him. It did seem a little silly to be concerned after the fact, now that she’d explained it in slightly more detail. Magic, it seemed, was capable of a great many things. “It’s hard for me to remember sometimes just how many things are possible with magic involved, but… It makes sense. I would, in that case, enjoy the opportunity to fly with you one day, then.”
And the detective could hardly feel awkward around Inesa for a reason like that. Whatever form she was in? She was still Inesa, and still his friend. No, Llewellyn could find a great many other reasons to feel awkward around people, but something like this was not among them. If anything, his question might come off as a bit surprising or odd, “So you normally would look different from how you do now, but this is the form you chose? I hope it’s not uncomfortable for you? I’ve always found, uh- trying to be other than one is to fit in can be difficult and uncomfortable.” And for Inesa, it was far more literal, changing her physical form to be something more contained and less dangerous, as she suggested. He hoped she was at least comfortable as she was…
It’s sad that she couldn’t make the light bells, but he offered her a smile. “Then we shall mm… have to find other lovely flowers to enjoy here. Perhaps we can discover something more local to this world we haven’t seen before.” That wasn’t dangerous, of course, unlike the plants from a few months before she arrived.
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Listening with interest as she began to explain, some of the concern left and his shoulders settled into a more relaxed posture, his furrowed brow easing. “Oh…” He murmured, eyes following the flowers now moving in the air that was stirred up around him. It did seem a little silly to be concerned after the fact, now that she’d explained it in slightly more detail. Magic, it seemed, was capable of a great many things. “It’s hard for me to remember sometimes just how many things are possible with magic involved, but… It makes sense. I would, in that case, enjoy the opportunity to fly with you one day, then.”
And the detective could hardly feel awkward around Inesa for a reason like that. Whatever form she was in? She was still Inesa, and still his friend. No, Llewellyn could find a great many other reasons to feel awkward around people, but something like this was not among them. If anything, his question might come off as a bit surprising or odd, “So you normally would look different from how you do now, but this is the form you chose? I hope it’s not uncomfortable for you? I’ve always found, uh- trying to be other than one is to fit in can be difficult and uncomfortable.” And for Inesa, it was far more literal, changing her physical form to be something more contained and less dangerous, as she suggested. He hoped she was at least comfortable as she was…
It’s sad that she couldn’t make the light bells, but he offered her a smile. “Then we shall mm… have to find other lovely flowers to enjoy here. Perhaps we can discover something more local to this world we haven’t seen before.” That wasn’t dangerous, of course, unlike the plants from a few months before she arrived.