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thornmageWhen he opened the pantry door today, he was sort of just expecting to be met with the usual collection of flour, sugar, bread and spices. You know, as one might usually find in their pantry. It was fairly safe to say that he wasn't counting on looking out into an open air plaza.
There he stood for a moment, not stepping over the line just yet, just... watching the setting before him in quiet contemplation. The the little Aerial that had been haunting him around the kitchen could be heard, if not vaguely seen just behind his shoulder, gently scolding him.
"Don't you go in there without telling anyone, Elias."
The little winged creature would, of course... be ignored. Mostly ignored, really, as he took a step forward into the plaza. "I'll be right back." It wasn't Tir Na Nog, he knew what that felt like. Getting to and from this place couldn't possibly be more difficult. He did see fit to leave the door cracked open, if nothing else, wandering just a few feet from the door as he cast his eye towards a PINpoint vending machine. The fairy wouldn't be too terrifically hard to miss, no doubt towering over most typically human sized denizens of the plaza. He'd not even bothered to try and hide his face, because really. He found this plaza in his pantry, he's going to assume no one will have much to say about his face.
The question was asked to the air, directed at whomever might happened to be closest to him at the time.
"What is this place...?" Scholar is as scholar does, consider him just fascinated.
There he stood for a moment, not stepping over the line just yet, just... watching the setting before him in quiet contemplation. The the little Aerial that had been haunting him around the kitchen could be heard, if not vaguely seen just behind his shoulder, gently scolding him.
"Don't you go in there without telling anyone, Elias."
The little winged creature would, of course... be ignored. Mostly ignored, really, as he took a step forward into the plaza. "I'll be right back." It wasn't Tir Na Nog, he knew what that felt like. Getting to and from this place couldn't possibly be more difficult. He did see fit to leave the door cracked open, if nothing else, wandering just a few feet from the door as he cast his eye towards a PINpoint vending machine. The fairy wouldn't be too terrifically hard to miss, no doubt towering over most typically human sized denizens of the plaza. He'd not even bothered to try and hide his face, because really. He found this plaza in his pantry, he's going to assume no one will have much to say about his face.
The question was asked to the air, directed at whomever might happened to be closest to him at the time.
"What is this place...?" Scholar is as scholar does, consider him just fascinated.
