It turns out that ‘quills’ that don’t need a separate inkwell are plentiful in this kingdom, considering one of the markets he’s come across has an entire section devoted almost entirely to them, all in varying colors and thickness. It’s really, really fascinating -- and Varian’s keen on figuring out how exactly the ink inside is stored, among other mysteries. He snags one of them from the shelf and pries the cap off, eyeing the sponge-like tip that’s revealed with visible interest. What about the ink? Maybe if he can unscrew the rest of it he can better examine whatever cartridge there is that’s inside, but this one’s seam is barely visible and he can’t seem to pry the thing apart with his bare hands, meaning he’d probably need to break it open. But considering the vast array of other options present, it’d really be far easier to try another one first.
Varian moves to pop the cap back on the one he has while simultaneously trying to reach for a differently styled marker on the shelf and though he manages just fine with the cap, his semi-blind reach misses as his fingers hit the side of the container instead, causing the entire bunch to pitch forward and scatter noisily across the tiled floor. He lets out a surprised yelp, taking a quick step sideways as though moving to try and catch them before they roll too far, but his foot hits one of the rolling markers instead, and slides out from beneath him. Varian crashes to the floor with a grunt.
He pushes himself into an upright sitting position, blinking and turning to watch as one of the markers rolls far out enough to catch the attention of a passerby (well -- if everything else hadn’t already caught their attention, that is). Varian pops to his feet, scrambling to chase after the wayward marker. ❝ Oh! Uhh--! It’s okay, I’ve got it! ❞
He almost slips on another marker.
@edgejumped, it’s fine, this is all under control. (starter call.)
