[PQ] there's magic in the making

Jorseval

there's a high tide rising
oh, and I don't mind

Jory makes an art of assessing the others, his sunken eyes tired but openly curious and not at all polite in the way he takes a moment to stare at each of them. Being inside at all was already enough to start that itch at the back of his neck but with so many people it was already not where he wanted to be at the moment. Between his assessments of his fellows, Jory's gaze flicks again and again toward the doors. It's Amalia's kickstarting speech that keeps him from giving up on the venture and darting for them; her bright laugh as always a soothing touch to a restless wildthing.

She talks of Ludo though, and the scolded child in him puts a pout on his face. He tried not to be petty about it, and that grand effort lasted a sum total of three seconds. "Well--" he said, between loud smacking noises, licking the last bits of icing off his fingers. "If Ludo wants puppets and not people we better make with the show, yeah?" He snags another one of the savory goodies and makes his way cautious way over to Pim and Phoebe, offering the blatant bribe to the little dragon. "I can probably do a bit to make sure the stage is stable if you've got the decorations under control, Little Rabbit."