𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙣.

[pendejadas]

Who: eliot & co.
When: august shenans.
Where: thorne, nocwich.
What: open + closed prompts!
Warnings: n/a for now.

 

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𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦 — 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.

[pendejadas]

{ there had been quite a bit of exploring before he grew tired of having to see castle walls, as elegant as they may be. he heard there was a town out in the outskirts, but after just arriving he felt it could be for a later occurrence. then a fae masquerade occurred, and only now does he have the time.

eliot has gotten into the wine right away when he could get his hands on it, taking it with him. he hasn't been able to contact quentin, and the dread in the pit of his stomach is promptly ignored. he finds that it needs a better touch to it. he would have turned the wine into something more than subpar, but he decides against it as it would require realigning a spell, of which he's still trying to figure out where his magic and abraxan’s own are and how they can entangle. it'll have to do to refrain for now.

truthfully, he can't stand anything related to farms. once he gets beyond the slight stench, he decides he's curious enough when the horse stalls come around. managing to step foot inside, his shoulder against the wooden frame as he takes the array of horses. there's a little sign indicating a name, and he steps forward to run a finger underneath the name tag: silla. }

You’re named after some god, aren’t you? { even if it's a coincidence. he's had his little mishaps with gods, and he's not eager to see one around if they so happen to be around, walking among them. the horse could turn into a carrot, and he wouldn't blink at this point. with a slight twitch to his mouth, eliot raises his cup towards silla. } Looks like someone has a sense of humor, chair.