[He tips his head, acknowledging that. The end of the world.] We've had a few of those ourselves.
[It isn't the joke. When it comes down to it, it's probably mere chance there was any survival after the Conjunction. And that those planes were most likely destroyed, careening into the earth that holds the Continent... others have gone through similar.
Never did he think he'd speak to a survivor of such tragedy. Two, even.
He looks at the trees reaching towards them overhead, taking in the colors. They're all so precise in their chaos, some even only half-turned. Do they change when Nadine isn't here, when she isn't thinking of them? He's often wondered how much his domain lives on without him when he is not there to witness it.
He drops his gaze with light amusement.] You know, setting yourself up like that doesn't make me any less curious. [With a bit of brighter enthusiasm, he nods. She really would like to?] Of course, please! Let's. I hope you'll like it. I made it personally, you know. I mean -- not only with magic. Magic helped the grapes grow. And I sped up the fermentation.
[He explains as they go to said church, a spot of white as bright as a cloud among all these leaves. As they sit on the steps, he stretches his legs out (normal, human legs, and no hooves. Only fancy, decorated boots with a bit of a heel.)] For you, I went with a red, with blackberries and vanilla. Hopefully you don't mind sweet?
[Considering she had been so terribly sweet that night, and he did not know the person she was. Apparently. (He disagreed, but still.)]
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[It isn't the joke. When it comes down to it, it's probably mere chance there was any survival after the Conjunction. And that those planes were most likely destroyed, careening into the earth that holds the Continent... others have gone through similar.
Never did he think he'd speak to a survivor of such tragedy. Two, even.
He looks at the trees reaching towards them overhead, taking in the colors. They're all so precise in their chaos, some even only half-turned. Do they change when Nadine isn't here, when she isn't thinking of them? He's often wondered how much his domain lives on without him when he is not there to witness it.
He drops his gaze with light amusement.] You know, setting yourself up like that doesn't make me any less curious. [With a bit of brighter enthusiasm, he nods. She really would like to?] Of course, please! Let's. I hope you'll like it. I made it personally, you know. I mean -- not only with magic. Magic helped the grapes grow. And I sped up the fermentation.
[He explains as they go to said church, a spot of white as bright as a cloud among all these leaves. As they sit on the steps, he stretches his legs out (normal, human legs, and no hooves. Only fancy, decorated boots with a bit of a heel.)] For you, I went with a red, with blackberries and vanilla. Hopefully you don't mind sweet?
[Considering she had been so terribly sweet that night, and he did not know the person she was. Apparently. (He disagreed, but still.)]