[ As Stephen makes his way back down, Thancred circles back to mount his horse once more, not wanting to feed into the mage's ego too much by watching with rapt attention. The cloak is certainly a curious thing, though how curious he never could have guessed — until Stephen sees fit to explain.
They can call for its help? Stephen seems to mean that quite literally. Thancred blinks a few times, looking between the deep red cloak on Stephen's shoulders and the man's face a number of times. ]
It's... sentient, then? Or able to act under your will, at the least?
[ He thinks of Master Matoya and her self-moving broomsticks, her frogs that could speak and carry out basic tasks, and all her other familiars. This feels similar, even if a familiar taking the shape of an article of clothing is quite the new concept for him. ]
Might we think of it as a familiar? [ Even as he peppers Stephen with questions, Thancred grips the reins of his horse and nudges it with his knees, urging it forward. They can talk while they ride, there's no reason to linger here any longer. ]
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They can call for its help? Stephen seems to mean that quite literally. Thancred blinks a few times, looking between the deep red cloak on Stephen's shoulders and the man's face a number of times. ]
It's... sentient, then? Or able to act under your will, at the least?
[ He thinks of Master Matoya and her self-moving broomsticks, her frogs that could speak and carry out basic tasks, and all her other familiars. This feels similar, even if a familiar taking the shape of an article of clothing is quite the new concept for him. ]
Might we think of it as a familiar? [ Even as he peppers Stephen with questions, Thancred grips the reins of his horse and nudges it with his knees, urging it forward. They can talk while they ride, there's no reason to linger here any longer. ]