[ Violence and the magical properties of ribs. Those are some interesting things to be known for, let alone appreciated for, but Thancred isn't going to question it. The way they've existed for the past handful of centuries is starting to sink in as he questions if any of it was even real in the first place.
There is another rocking chair, though, and it looks far too inviting in this moment. With a groan, Thancred pushes himself up, his wings shifting behind him to redistribute his weight and help him balance. It takes some maneuvering of the wings to sit comfortably in the chair, but he manages. ]
Made you into soup? [ He echoes the words with a confused huff, but he already feels better being with someone else who's seeing and experiencing the same as him. ] I'm not sure I follow.
me cringing as i reread my previous tag and see a typo
There is another rocking chair, though, and it looks far too inviting in this moment. With a groan, Thancred pushes himself up, his wings shifting behind him to redistribute his weight and help him balance. It takes some maneuvering of the wings to sit comfortably in the chair, but he manages. ]
Made you into soup? [ He echoes the words with a confused huff, but he already feels better being with someone else who's seeing and experiencing the same as him. ] I'm not sure I follow.