[ As they hover closer, Trahearne lowers his stance, hand hovering over his scepter on his hip. ]
These are gumdrops. Fae-like creatures that come out during the winter. They demand certain types of dreamotion—some consume romantic energy, and others amicable energy.
[ Now the gumdrops have surrounded them both, their whispers about fighting now replacing the ambient buzz of the town around them. His brother's bewilderment and horror is understandable. He doesn't want to put a brother of his in harm, nor does he want to saddle him with the guilt of hurting an elder... Not that he minds the latter, really. ]
These ones demand hostile energy. I hope you're ready, Aglovan— [ He draws his scepter, and his torch, though readies neither yet. ] We will have to fight one another.
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These are gumdrops. Fae-like creatures that come out during the winter. They demand certain types of dreamotion—some consume romantic energy, and others amicable energy.
[ Now the gumdrops have surrounded them both, their whispers about fighting now replacing the ambient buzz of the town around them. His brother's bewilderment and horror is understandable. He doesn't want to put a brother of his in harm, nor does he want to saddle him with the guilt of hurting an elder... Not that he minds the latter, really. ]
These ones demand hostile energy. I hope you're ready, Aglovan— [ He draws his scepter, and his torch, though readies neither yet. ] We will have to fight one another.