[He doesn't bother to glance up until he's fished out what he's looking for, unearthing a cloth-bundled thaumametor and tucking it beneath his opposite arm. Stephen then shrugs off the bag, walking over to Thancred--simply because he happens to be standing closest--and shoves it into his arms for safekeeping.
Then, turning on his heel, looking back up at the bluff-]
The cloak's not for show.
[The one hanging at his back, long and patchwork and a deep, vibrant red. On its own, perhaps it's a strange article of clothing, certainly providing him warmth in its own way, but not particularly looking like part of a proper ensemble. But its oddity implies that it's kept close for a reason, even during a long trip like this one.
He steps forward. No breeze brushes past, but the edges of his cloak flutter like it has a mind of its own -- which isn't terribly far from the truth.]
I figured it would have a practical use, eventually.
[And that "practical use" becomes evident the moment Stephen rises from the ground, lifting himself up, up, up, towards the top of the bluff. It's a gentle ascent, contrasted against his annoyance, or his fixed, determined look towards his goal. The Cloak of Levitation flares outward in a distinctive shape until he disappears over the edge of the ridge above.]
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Then, turning on his heel, looking back up at the bluff-]
The cloak's not for show.
[The one hanging at his back, long and patchwork and a deep, vibrant red. On its own, perhaps it's a strange article of clothing, certainly providing him warmth in its own way, but not particularly looking like part of a proper ensemble. But its oddity implies that it's kept close for a reason, even during a long trip like this one.
He steps forward. No breeze brushes past, but the edges of his cloak flutter like it has a mind of its own -- which isn't terribly far from the truth.]
I figured it would have a practical use, eventually.
[And that "practical use" becomes evident the moment Stephen rises from the ground, lifting himself up, up, up, towards the top of the bluff. It's a gentle ascent, contrasted against his annoyance, or his fixed, determined look towards his goal. The Cloak of Levitation flares outward in a distinctive shape until he disappears over the edge of the ridge above.]