curiosity runs its course, awaiting Sophie’s demonstration with nothing to expect save for whatever childlike wonder remained still within him—an innocence he’s forgotten after years of wandering in the dense wood. yet for as prepared as one can be for discovering such mysteries, he still manages to be astonished—eyes now wide as the strange mechanism erects the modestly-sized tent afore him.
perhaps his expectations were scaled too high, admittedly imagining a manse of regal design, but the tent in of itself is as much a miracle even when he, sole wielder of annihilation, knows of divine truth and that which renders a lesser man insane. this spectacle, however, is something else entirely in all of its saccharine whimsy. turned to the creator, he wonder if she’s not more than human, mayhaps blessed in some manner by a divine patron. ❝it seems rather compact, I’m not sure if I will…❞ thoughts drop off to the nether as he steps closer, peeking his head inside and stunned to silence.
reason bears little explanation for the surrealism of it all and he wanders like a child in a candy store, too distracted by the well-kept array of materials—of a space larger on the inside than out, ❝I… certainly doubt that my quivers are capable of accomplishing something of this scale, but I understand what you mean…
you place a commendable amount of effort to your craft. I am impressed.❞
❝ Ha ha, i’m glad. you’re carrying a quiver like that around, so that my little abode here is impressive by comparison must mean something. ❞ were she younger she may find herself flustered by such praise, but time has tempered the amateur, but excitable, alchemist she had been into an excitable alchemist who could take a compliment or few.
sophie shuffles momentarily where she stands, briefly wondering if to speak more on the subject was to speak too much of herself. unfurling the atelier tent oft brought about an innocent awe and sense of wonder in others that she enjoyed invoking, but this is not to say that she looks to show off in doing so.
❝ i created this tent as a means of carrying my cauldron around. there was something that i wanted to do that i couldn’t while stuck at home, but i still needed alchemy to do it. but anyway ... ❞
a downcast glance to his quiver , which remains still unclipped from his person. her curiosity remains steadfast , and this brief digression hasn’t wholly distracted her. ❝ this is a more contained space , so i was wondering if i could take an even closer look at that ? it’ll be less of a mess if i happen to spill arrows everywhere or something while in here. ❞
