[the leaves shift above them, and Magnus' eyes grow wide in panic, thinking would Ronan feel like he got an ingrown toenail or something as the tree stretches, but luckily Alex finds her tongue first -- which is typical]
[he does manage to add, hands waving with upturned palms]
Yeah, this is temporary. We weren't thinking about winter yet.
[well, he wasn't. he now realises that was some Privileged Son of Frey shit, and hopes Alex hasn't been getting too cold at nights. they should probably... talk about... their living situation. it's just been weirdly relaxing, how things are. is it weird of him to feel a little stressed about picking a more permanent place to live? it's been ages. and now it's also technically moving in with his girlfriend? not that they don't already live together. does living together at the Hotel count? it feels like it doesn't?]
[It's slow, but not that slow, and within the time it takes to stop, it's already easy to see where the main fork of the tree was starting to part for a floor, branches curling in, in parallel, where perhaps walls might be... but as it is now, without that in mind, it just looks like a very odd tree.]
Sure, but... I'm not adding anything, just changing what's already here. what do you mean by it's connected to some guy?
[ she doesn't quite breathe a sigh of relief, but her shoulders definitely relax a little once the tree stops changing. she glances to tefe at the question, shrugging slightly. ]
Ronan has dream-related seidr. Magic. Most of the farm came from his dreams, his magic-- possibly including the trees.
[ she's not sure-- she's never asked. she and magnus just try to be respectful of the fact that they're guests on this land. ]
[Magnus is staring at the now kind of fucked-up tree thoughtfully; he turns back to add]
Yeah. It's kind of all very, uh, folkloric out here. Two runaways living in the magic woods by order of a dream king, or whatever.
[he quirks a smile; it's something they've adjusted to, and usually things are quite Normal in their magic woods, but -- there's also some not normal stuff. the candy trees. Henrietta, the terrifying bird-monster. and then, more recently;]
There's actually some funny plant-people dreams out here that fuck with our laundry and shoes sometimes. I wonder if you could talk to them and tell them to maybe, stop that? I tried feeding them water and sunshine, but that, uh.
[made........... it worse......... now there's more of them.......... he trails off]
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[he does manage to add, hands waving with upturned palms]
Yeah, this is temporary. We weren't thinking about winter yet.
[well, he wasn't. he now realises that was some Privileged Son of Frey shit, and hopes Alex hasn't been getting too cold at nights. they should probably... talk about... their living situation. it's just been weirdly relaxing, how things are. is it weird of him to feel a little stressed about picking a more permanent place to live? it's been ages. and now it's also technically moving in with his girlfriend? not that they don't already live together. does living together at the Hotel count? it feels like it doesn't?]
[focus, Chase]
Ummm. Yeah. We might need a hand later, yeah.
[yeah]
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Sure, but... I'm not adding anything, just changing what's already here. what do you mean by it's connected to some guy?
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Ronan has dream-related seidr. Magic. Most of the farm came from his dreams, his magic-- possibly including the trees.
[ she's not sure-- she's never asked. she and magnus just try to be respectful of the fact that they're guests on this land. ]
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Yeah. It's kind of all very, uh, folkloric out here. Two runaways living in the magic woods by order of a dream king, or whatever.
[he quirks a smile; it's something they've adjusted to, and usually things are quite Normal in their magic woods, but -- there's also some not normal stuff. the candy trees. Henrietta, the terrifying bird-monster. and then, more recently;]
There's actually some funny plant-people dreams out here that fuck with our laundry and shoes sometimes. I wonder if you could talk to them and tell them to maybe, stop that? I tried feeding them water and sunshine, but that, uh.
[made........... it worse......... now there's more of them.......... he trails off]
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[She notes pointedly. Dream plant people isn't even half the weirdest thing she's seen, and especially if they're more plant than people...]
I can probably talk to them and at least find out what they want. That doesn't mean they're necessarily going to stop though.