Kahlil seems to appear from nowhere, a habit of his. He eyes Istredd curiously as he holds one of the broken pieces of apple. In the hand it feels no different than a normal fruit, and is entirely edible - though he's yet to see anyone else actually eat one.
It's only by chance that they're here at the same time. Kahlil hasn't been avoiding his own domain, but he's been limiting his time in Horizon after the last time he'd found himself trapped in one of those strange, unknown landscapes.
The real world feels no safer now, though, after he nearly stabbed Jack...
The ground beneath them rumbles ominously again, and Kahlil shifts his feet apart instinctively. Another overripe apple drops from the tree and smashes on the stone floor with a confusing sound, like a wet splat and a soft shattering of glass layered over one another.
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Kahlil seems to appear from nowhere, a habit of his. He eyes Istredd curiously as he holds one of the broken pieces of apple. In the hand it feels no different than a normal fruit, and is entirely edible - though he's yet to see anyone else actually eat one.
It's only by chance that they're here at the same time. Kahlil hasn't been avoiding his own domain, but he's been limiting his time in Horizon after the last time he'd found himself trapped in one of those strange, unknown landscapes.
The real world feels no safer now, though, after he nearly stabbed Jack...
The ground beneath them rumbles ominously again, and Kahlil shifts his feet apart instinctively. Another overripe apple drops from the tree and smashes on the stone floor with a confusing sound, like a wet splat and a soft shattering of glass layered over one another.