( The way he trails off is natural, deep in thought and trying to figure out how to frame his thoughts. What isn't natural is that he doesn't follow it up. Something hard hits the back of his head, and with the throbbing, quickly dulling pain comes blurry vision and a loss of balance. He doesn't hit the sand, but the arms of some strange Fae creature that then lifts him over its shoulder with ease. Even in the dreamscape, it's trying for stealth.
It's a bit harder with a conversation between two people, though. Shealtiel goes limp a moment later, and the Fae-- some sort of wolf-creature crossed with something that has golden feathers-- turns in the opposite direction and leaps to make distance. )
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( The way he trails off is natural, deep in thought and trying to figure out how to frame his thoughts. What isn't natural is that he doesn't follow it up. Something hard hits the back of his head, and with the throbbing, quickly dulling pain comes blurry vision and a loss of balance. He doesn't hit the sand, but the arms of some strange Fae creature that then lifts him over its shoulder with ease. Even in the dreamscape, it's trying for stealth.
It's a bit harder with a conversation between two people, though. Shealtiel goes limp a moment later, and the Fae-- some sort of wolf-creature crossed with something that has golden feathers-- turns in the opposite direction and leaps to make distance. )