JACK
Stifling his laughter and raising an arm to block the his snowball she lobs back at him, Jack brushes off his coat and eventually picks his pace back up to walk alongside Flora. "I'd expect nothin' less," he says amicably enough. "And I assumed you'd only get one freebie by channellin'. More than happy to be wrong on that front though, if it gets you some mageglass." Mageglass, presumably, that would find its way into a gift of some kind. A gift for him.
Raising his eyebrows as they head closer to the hotsprings, while Jack can't hear any thoughts in the immediate vicinity either, the springs are large enough to eclipse the range of his telepathy, and he's left gaping up at the (cold) open air overhead. "I think I hate it," he drawls. And for once it's not even a knee-jerk reaction; having been to Frey's Breath, Jack has a very comfortable basis for comparison, and this does not meet his expectations.
Raising his eyebrows as they head closer to the hotsprings, while Jack can't hear any thoughts in the immediate vicinity either, the springs are large enough to eclipse the range of his telepathy, and he's left gaping up at the (cold) open air overhead. "I think I hate it," he drawls. And for once it's not even a knee-jerk reaction; having been to Frey's Breath, Jack has a very comfortable basis for comparison, and this does not meet his expectations.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
