"Mnn-hmn, kiddo. We're looking for--?"
"Meteors... Shooting stars," came the gruff answer.
"Those. They have special metals in them. Magic."
Horst bent his neck up, wondering what constellations he was looking at. He'd never taken to astronomy, outside of how to navigate slightly.
"Recognize anything, tiny?"
"Ah, I see," he replied in an equally sneaky whisper. "Well, pants or no, I believe that is entirely your call."
He picked Eric up, deciding what to do. "Well, a train trip might be in order... Unless..."
"Johannes, you wouldn't happen to know about how to go from once place to to another. By magic, I mean?"
The younger brother scowled, looking briefly green in the low light. "Translocation? Ugh, no."
"Ah. That's that then... Well, guess I better go find the papa."
"You do that," Johannes replied, peering down into the eyepiece of brass telescope as he scribbled numbers and locations down.
Horst looked over at Johannes in surprise. The valley the brothers lived in was quite far in the middle of nowhere.
The necromancer looked up from his telescope dubiously, shaking his shoulders.
"Children," he said with a hint of fear that implied they were a disease to be caught, "Are your sort of thing."
"Well then... Hmn. No pants? But they're quite in style you know. Very fashionable...But what's all this about?"
Horst let out a small laugh of amusement.
"Really? Thought so. It'd explain the scent of oil and brass."
He sat the lantern in his hand down, away from Johannes' star charts and books.
"And what are you doing out here by your lonesome?"
But don't you want to smell like a burst of strawberry-kiwi fruit punch?gonk Tell you what...it was an expensive bar of soap. (That always seems to impress..)
Okiedokie~ Run along now, before your daddy figures out where you've gone. Don't want him growing more white hair already.
Oh wait, he already has an entire head of white hair. Then never mind.
Okay, don't make him worry. Say hi to your family for me~!
((Maggie I hope you don't blend in with the snow. And also congratulations (I forget if I said it already) on your marriage! =u= ))
Okay, I'm back with coff - aieeee! Not again! Silly Eric!
Never mind. Here, take this box home. Give Victoria and Eugene and David some. Don't eat it on the way!
bye bye!
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"Meteors... Shooting stars," came the gruff answer.
"Those. They have special metals in them. Magic."
Horst bent his neck up, wondering what constellations he was looking at. He'd never taken to astronomy, outside of how to navigate slightly.
"Recognize anything, tiny?"
He picked Eric up, deciding what to do. "Well, a train trip might be in order... Unless..."
"Johannes, you wouldn't happen to know about how to go from once place to to another. By magic, I mean?"
The younger brother scowled, looking briefly green in the low light. "Translocation? Ugh, no."
"Ah. That's that then... Well, guess I better go find the papa."
"You do that," Johannes replied, peering down into the eyepiece of brass telescope as he scribbled numbers and locations down.
The necromancer looked up from his telescope dubiously, shaking his shoulders.
"Children," he said with a hint of fear that implied they were a disease to be caught, "Are your sort of thing."
"Well then... Hmn. No pants? But they're quite in style you know. Very fashionable...But what's all this about?"
"Really? Thought so. It'd explain the scent of oil and brass."
He sat the lantern in his hand down, away from Johannes' star charts and books.
"And what are you doing out here by your lonesome?"
Oh wait, he already has an entire head of white hair. Then never mind.
Okay, don't make him worry. Say hi to your family for me~!
((Maggie I hope you don't blend in with the snow. And also congratulations (I forget if I said it already) on your marriage! =u= ))
Never mind. Here, take this box home. Give Victoria and Eugene and David some. Don't eat it on the way!