After the stuffiness of a stone room filled with books and papers and distressing magical instruments, it’s nice to get outdoors; Wintermarch in Kirkwall has, so far, meant either startlingly nice days or some blistering cold mornings which make Strange’s fingers ache.
Today is thankfully one of the former, as he saunters down the barren garden path with his hands gloved, expecting to meet Ellis with— he doesn’t even know, someone else from Forces? Tony or Wysteria? — but apparently ‘we’ means, instead, a dog.
“Oh, hello. Who’s this?” Strange asks as he draws up to them, his blue-green eyes on the mabari. Probably not the most important question at hand, but the other man doesn’t seem like it’s an emergency, so Strange is gonna ask about the dog. He likes animals.
oh good bc it is my default
Today is thankfully one of the former, as he saunters down the barren garden path with his hands gloved, expecting to meet Ellis with— he doesn’t even know, someone else from Forces? Tony or Wysteria? — but apparently ‘we’ means, instead, a dog.
“Oh, hello. Who’s this?” Strange asks as he draws up to them, his blue-green eyes on the mabari. Probably not the most important question at hand, but the other man doesn’t seem like it’s an emergency, so Strange is gonna ask about the dog. He likes animals.