into the woods

[spelleton]

There are stories told about who lives there, in the darkness of the woods that surround Subcon's various kingdoms, where even a brave knight would fear to tread. The desperate, the ghost-touched, the people who live on the edges.

And those who embrace that border between night and day, those who live and breathe magic; the witches. Those who offer strange magic and stranger things, but always for a price.

That's what everyone says, anyway. There must be some truth to it, surely?

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[subconmodo]

He leans forward, shirt very nearly dipping into the remnants of his egg yolk. "Flying?!" he exclaims eagerly. "I get to fly too?!"

[spelleton]

"Naturally," he says, like it's the most simple thing in the world to accomplish, just a fact of life. He seems pleased by Avery's enthusiasm. "While methods vary from witch to witch, flying is by far the most convenient way to travel.

But it can often be dangerous, especially when you're learning," he continues, "so using the cape to get out of situations quickly comes first."

[subconmodo]

He's unable to hide the expression of disappointment that flashes across his face for a brief moment, but he guesses he understands. "I'm not going to lose an arm or anything if I do the cape thing wrong, am I?"

[spelleton]

He waves a hand. "Worry not. The worst you'll get is an undignified landing." He seems a bit amused at Avery's momentary disappointment, though.

"Dreamed of flying, have you?"

[subconmodo]

"Who wouldn't?" He makes a grand gesture with his fork, only to do a double-take at his hand and set it back down on top of his empty plate.

"It's one thing to see it from the ground, but getting to see the night sky up close? Anyone would be jealous."

[spelleton]

"Most people prefer the sun, not the moon." Though he supposes that's not too out of place, for this strange prince (and he still thinks of him as the prince, sometimes. It's too early yet for him to let go of such a thing).

"You have a passion for such things, do you? I'll keep that in mind." His tone is a little mysterious, like he's just thought of something that he's keeping to himself.

[subconmodo]

"What's wrong with having an interest in the stars?" Avery asks with a shrug. "You know, some people think that they're a bunch of giant balls of flammable gas. I don't know if I believe it myself, but it's kind of neat if true!"

[spelleton]

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with it. The interest is unusual, certainly, but being someone with unusual interests is more entertaining, I think." He says, as someone with similarly odd interests, at least for a kingdom that lives and thrives in the sun.

"What an interesting theory. I wonder if you'll be able to prove it true, someday?" Anything is possible with magic, or research. Or a mix of the two.