❰ in the meantime, the forest has thickened around them enough for the sky to be darkened, light coming through only in the spaces between branches and leaves. emil hopes that things clear out a bit more, showcasing some real estate on the horizon.
it's easier to move forward, though, with something to think about. he's trained his magic before, making it stronger and testing the physical limits of what he's capable of. it isn't far-fetched to think he could do it all over again...and unlike the house, it doesn't feel so frustrating on its face. once the actual effort is put in, surely he'll grow aggravated by starting at square one — but the idea of a limitless potential reminds him of self-serving, indulgent dreams where he's a child who could have every food and desire he'd ever considered handed to him with just some effort of thought. ❱
There's...potential. ❰ it's a compliment (?) that is hefted over after a brief pause. that's a heavy admittance when, if given a list of compliances to address, emil would take them in as much stride as he could muster if it meant going back home. not even for all of the conveniences, but also: the devil you know vs. the devil you don't.
that's far outweighed by just how much he'll miss, however. after all, the spirit of adventure still hasn't completely left him — the idea of getting used to a new terrain, and the trials that come with it, is one he'll get used to. but if he were to count off every thing he's upset about leaving behind, his fingers would quickly be taken up.
— namely, one of the largest ones hits him as they approach a larger tree that marks the beginning of the clearing forest, trunk obviously hollow as denoted by the simple paned window shown from the side they're on. it would be simple enough to house a person, maybe two...but, ❱
I guess we need something smaller, now. ❰ not that he's considering this particular domicile but...who would fill all the other rooms, otherwise? ❱
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it's easier to move forward, though, with something to think about. he's trained his magic before, making it stronger and testing the physical limits of what he's capable of. it isn't far-fetched to think he could do it all over again...and unlike the house, it doesn't feel so frustrating on its face. once the actual effort is put in, surely he'll grow aggravated by starting at square one — but the idea of a limitless potential reminds him of self-serving, indulgent dreams where he's a child who could have every food and desire he'd ever considered handed to him with just some effort of thought. ❱
There's...potential. ❰ it's a compliment (?) that is hefted over after a brief pause. that's a heavy admittance when, if given a list of compliances to address, emil would take them in as much stride as he could muster if it meant going back home. not even for all of the conveniences, but also: the devil you know vs. the devil you don't.
that's far outweighed by just how much he'll miss, however. after all, the spirit of adventure still hasn't completely left him — the idea of getting used to a new terrain, and the trials that come with it, is one he'll get used to. but if he were to count off every thing he's upset about leaving behind, his fingers would quickly be taken up.
— namely, one of the largest ones hits him as they approach a larger tree that marks the beginning of the clearing forest, trunk obviously hollow as denoted by the simple paned window shown from the side they're on. it would be simple enough to house a person, maybe two...but, ❱
I guess we need something smaller, now. ❰ not that he's considering this particular domicile but...who would fill all the other rooms, otherwise? ❱