isleofavalon | Feb. Catchall, OTA

[Bruno finds out pretty quickly that, as saturated with magic as this place is, the homes in it are nothing like Casita. Instead, they're small and cozy and quiet. Well, as quiet as anything in a city can be. Which, it turns out, is very, for no other reason than it doesn't communicate with him. He kind of misses that, in a vague way, and every once in a while one will see him patting the walls out of nothing more than habit.

What he misses a lot more keenly, however, is the warm temperature of home. It's freezing, here. He's managed to collect a fair amount of cold-weather gear, and whenever he goes out he's bundled up as though venturing onto the Siberian tundra. The moment he gets home again he makes a cup of hot coffee and then flops his exhausted self into a chair, wrapped in a blanket, Fuego's massive bulk draped over his feet and radiating warmth. Sometimes he manages to get some reading done, having found a way to access some information about the place online, occasionally squinting at his phone and wondering if he's going to need spectacles. Other times, especially if he's been out, he ends up fast asleep despite the coffee. In fact, much like a cat, he can be found sleeping just about anywhere--armchair, sofa, draped over a table. It's entirely possible one might even find him somehow lying comfortably on stairs or the floor. How he does it is a mystery.

What's not a mystery, however, is where all the food goes. There are two things he's been lacking for ten years and that's decent sleep and an adequate amount of food. Hope you weren't saving that for anything.]

Jophrey had, for the most part, been content to let Bruno get used to his new home on his own terms and at his own pace. There was always food and coffee waiting for him in the morning, along with an admonishment to eat more if Jophrey wasn't already working in the sewing room.

"...Oh dear."

His housemate is draped across the table on this particular morning, his hair mingling with the remains of what was possibly a late-night snack.

"I keep telling you," he sighs, gently shaking him awake. "You're going to wake up with one hell of a stiff neck if you keep doing that."

Bruno mumbles something about the stories the tomatoes tell, then blinks awake with a witty, "Hmmwuh?" He sits up and rubs his head, a little confused at how his hand comes away sticky and lime-scented. And weirdly pie-like. After another moment of owlish blinking he puts it all together in his sleep-addled brain.

"Oh!" He gives a sheepish laugh, partly out of self-consciousness and partly because, yeah, it is kinda funny. A canine scoff comes from under the table. "Quiet, you," he says, but Fuego just chuffs, clearly snickering at him. He returns his attention to the remains of the pie slice. "Sorry about that, Jofrí," he mumbles. "Bit of a mess, huh?" As to his neck, he twitches his head and pops it unconsciously--honestly, he'd slept in worse places, but he also wasn't getting any younger. "Thanks, though. Who knows how long I might've stayed there, slowly caramelising, eh?"

"Exactly long enough for Fuego to get hungry, I imagine," is the reply. He tosses Bruno a hand towel and grins. "At least you weren't in the Rising Stones. Last time I fell asleep there I woke up to the twins playing a balancing game with half the crockery and my face." He's talked about the Rising Stones before; it was the closest thing he and the Scions had to a permanent home, and the Scions (the twins included) were the closest thing he had to a family.

"Oh! And speaking of hot things..." He ducked into the next room and emerged with a bundle of green yarn, which he handed to Bruno. Unfolding it revealed a cable knit hoodie, the faux cords on the back winding around each other in hourglass-like patterns. It radiates a pleasant heat, as if it had just come out of the dryer. "I had a friend give it a warming enchantment," he says with a grin. "Should keep you comfortable no matter how cold it gets."

Yeah, that'd do it.

"Yeah. Good thing all I need to do is let him out to hunt, huh?" He can't imagine there's such a thing as Hellhound Kibble. He accepts the towel with a murmur of thanks and gets to rubbing the stuff out of his hair. Fortunately there isn't all that much in it, though he's ended up with a frizzy patch, now.

He chortles, smiling that same almost wistful smile that he always does when Joph tells stories of his home. Everyone should have people like that in their life--people who drive you mad but whom you love with all your soul.

He's not going to let that aching empty spot hurt today.

When the other steps out of the room for a moment, Bruno waits, still smiling a little, idly scritching between Elizabeta's ears with one finger. And when he reappears with the bundle of yarn Bruno tilts his head.

He unfolds it. It's... it's a gift. Something made specifically for him. "Thank you...." He grins, and that grin is already getting wibbly. He'll probably never not have that reaction when people gift him things; that warm little squeeze in the chest, that lump in the throat, the tears in his eyes even though he can't stop smiling.

He strips the ruana off, carefully putting it aside, and pulls the hoodie on over his head with an immediacy one usually doesn't see from someone who hasn't got a Yule Cat in their folklore. The warmth soaks in and he nearly melts. Impulsively, he wraps his arms around Joph in a tight hug--a thing he does rather a lot, really.

Fuego emerges from under the table, yawns, and wuffles: Ate your feelings again, I see?

Rude! Bruno flushes a dusky red with a slight twitch as those words hit home. "Uh. Yeah. Well. Y'know. No point in staying in bed if you wake up in the middle of the night with dreams you don't wanna remember and wow, wouldja look at the time, it's I-said-too-much o'clock." He quickly grabs the plate, upending Elizabeta from where she'd been sniffing at the bits left over. She squeaks indignantly and Bruno murmurs something about not wanting her to get sick before he steps into the kitchen to very pointedly rattle dishes about. He's Not Upset, No Sirree....

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Jophrey returns the hug with a sheepish laugh. "Yes. Well. Hot stew and a fireplace can only do so much, after all. And you'd be amazed at what you can do with good highland wool, even without magic." Oh gods, do not let him start talking about yarn "Oh! And I made sure the pocket was big enough for Elizabeta." He glances over at her and smiles. "Or you can ride in the hood, if you're so inclined."

They've barely separated when Fuego's comment sends Bruno fleeing towards the kitchen. He follows, pausing only to give the hellhound an exasperated look, and lays a hand on the other man's shoulder. "You miss them," he says. "I wish I could say it gets better with time, but..."

Bruno goes still when touched, but doesn't pull away. After a moment he sighs, shoulders slumping.

"I have so many dreams about them. Sometimes they're here with me and other times I'm home, again. And I don't know which is worse, the ones where their lives are the same without me or-or the ones where me not being there causes some kind of disaster." He drops the bunched-up washcloth into the water with a small splash and watches it slowly expand. "Is it worse than when I was in hiding? I dunno. I can't watch them, or listen to them, I can't-I can't smell food cooking, I can't try to fool myself into thinking for just a moment that I'm back with them. Sure, it's not all right there, just out of reach, enough to drive me nuts, but I'm cut off completely, now."

He'd said only the vaguest of things about his ten years in the walls of his own home until now, usually as a self-depreciating joke here and there. This is the first time he's strung together this many words about it, and he's starting to look as though he regrets it. He briefly looks up at Jophrey and his usual rueful half-smile is back.

"Or maybe it's just papayas and oranges, huh?" He blows a sigh. "Nothing I can do about it right now except, well, 'eat my feelings,' I guess," he concludes with a small laugh.

"This probably isn't much of a comfort, but...from what they told me, time has stopped everywhere but here. Your home, my home...everywhere. So...once we've fixed everything, and I know we will, we'll go home to the same family we left with not a breath of time passed." He smiles to himself and grabs one of the dishes to dry.

"I had another family once," he says after a pause, staring at the faint outline of his reflection in the plate he's holding. "Before the Psions, before...well, everything, really. They're gone now. Even after four years, the what-ifs never stop." The bone dry dish starts to squeak under the equally dry cloth, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Well, I guess that's one worry taken care of." He does vaguely remember Felih having told him something similar, but to be honest, that whole day was a bit foggy, what with the near-drowning. "I wonder, though, how long I'll be here. What if I come back home and I'm suddenly several years older?" He chortles. "Ay, Bruno," they'd say, "You look even worse, now!"

He's not the oblivious sort, though, and he notices the squeaking, as well as Jophrey's words. Now it's his turn to try to be comforting, and he reaches out a hand, placing it on the other's, probably to stop him. "That's the thing with families, I guess. You never stop worrying. The what-ifs never stop." He smiles that sad little smile of his. "I'd like to hear about them, if you want."

Jophrey laughs. "I don't think they'd recognize me anyway. I was a bloody tailor before..." He cuts himself off, his smile fading. "...Well. Before the Calamity. Nearly ended the world. I had the buggering idiot luck to survive but the rest of my family?" He shakes his head.

"But you would have liked them, I think. My youngest Lily, she wanted to be a healer, and she already knew more about plants and herbs than I ever could. Sweet and gentle as a lamb, she was.

"Now Anya? Anya was fierce as a coeurl, and with twice the fight in her. She wanted to join the Ser--well, the army, and gods, was she furious when I wouldn't allow it." The smile returns, just a little. "As if any father'd allow their daughter to run off in a bloody war. Another year and she wouldn't have needed my leave but...well."

[First he had to find out what sushi is. Well, it sounds delicious, maybe the monster will be edible when it's killed. Not that he's going to go kill a monster, hahahah, what gave you that idea? But this is something he has got to see, you know? Besides, maybe it's small.

It is not small.

Some rando shoves a sword into Bruno's hands, thankfully hilt-first. 'You gonna gawp or you gonna help out?' the rando demands before the thing roars deafeningly, blowing Bruno's hair back in a decidedly wasabi-scented gale and coating him with slime and masago.

He pointedly wipes the stuff from one eye, then the other.]

...

[He tries to bolt. He really tries. He doesn't get far. Realising he's trapped, he tries to hide behind the nearest person, that person being you.

He... still has a sword in his hand.]

[Rei is not usually a combat type either, but come on. Some kind of sushi construct thing? This deserves some rubbernecking.

Still, he's been in Avalon long enough to know how haywire these things can get, and has brought a shield and his familiar while hanging back as much as he can without standing out as a retreating target. That and his height makes for a clear defensive destination, so getting rushed by Bruno isn't as much of a surprise as it otherwise would be.]

Whoa, there. Watch where you swing that thing. [For all of the yelling and fighting and fire-breathing going on around them, he sounds pretty calm.] How do you expect to chop off an edible limb or two from all the way back here?

[Most people would make excellent cover for Bruno--it's one of the few advantages to being as small as he is. He looks up with a sheepish grin.]

Sorry, sorry... [He shifts his grip so that he holds the sword behind his back, gaze darting between Rei and the monster. Then he blinks.] Wait, it is edible? [This might spark a little courage.]

[SKREEEEONK, The monster opines.]

Iiii'm not sure I'm that hungry. [Yes you are, Bruno. Yes you are.]

[He takes a deep breath.] Maybe give me a hand with it?

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Sure, sure. [As he gets a better look at Bruno in the chaos, Rei is surprised to find the man... about his age, thereabouts? (Well, in appearances; there are so many thousand-year-olds walking around this damn island, it's hard to tell.) How novel! Guess he'll keep him. Rei's teammates are always on his case about making friends his own age, anyway.

Any further one-sided decisions are halted by the sight of the monster sending a man flying with the flat of one of its blades. Yikes! Okay, focusing. Rei hefts the shield, and his familiar launches herself off of his shoulder and into the air above.]

I can exhaust the thing, but the spell takes a bit. You got any way to buy time?

Ah... uhm... [flounder, flounder, flounder--ah-hah! He remembers he has magic that's actually useful for the situation at hand.

He hopes.

As the others charge forward he forms a ball of light and throws it. It flies past the monster, and so does the next, but the ones after it actually strike it, the hard light dispersing. Heh, this is kinda fun!]

Take that! And that! And this!

[Rei watches with some interest as the shimmering spheres burst on contact, eyebrows raised. His familiar flies around to the back of the creature in the meantime, looking for the best place to land upon it and sink her ward's spell into.]

Oh, light magic? Not sure what you needed a human shield for, then. [har har.

The monster lets out an annoyed roar at the distraction, turning in their direction. They're out of range of its swords, sure-- but it raises its rice cannon thing(???!!??), aiming right at them.]

Ah, shit. [He might have joked about the light magic shield abilities, but Rei still grabs Bruno and ducks the both of them behind his wooden one, grimacing. The rice bullets thud furiously against it.] Who the hell turns their meal into a gun!

I haven't learnt how to do that, yet... [He's taken to creating hard light easily enough, but he's still getting the hang of maintaining it.] It's on my list to--YEEK!

[He breaks off with a yelp as he's grabbed. Awgawd, there's rice everywhere. Sticky rice. Sticky rice that clings to his boots.]

Right? There's food fights and then there's this....

[He peeks round the shield, then forms a bigger light ball and chucks it. It bounces off the monster's head with an absurd splat!]

[Jean was there for the quest as well, armed with his own sword, when Bruno runs behind him. That's a familiar face, too.]

... I didn't think you were the type to take on combat quests.

Usually I'm not. Usually I stay far away from any kind of a real fight, but this time my curiosity got the better of me. I mean, after I found out what sushi even was. A food monster--had to see that, right? Then the next thing I know I have a sword and I'm supposed to fight it?

[Fortunately whoever had handed him the weapon in question had given him something relatively light but very sharp. He holds it with more common sense than training, at least realising this edge faces that way and the pointy end is something to be exceedingly careful with.]

You look like you know what you're doing, though, maybe I'll just... follow your lead, huh?

I can't blame you for being curious.

[He will admit that it's one of the reasons he took on this quests. To see what kind of monstrosity waited there. And it was definitely bigger than he thought...]

Well, this isn't my first quest... nor the last. [Even if the Sashimi monster might have wanted to disagree.] As long as you promise to listen to everything I say, I'll keep you safe as we fight. I don't want you trying anything that might seem like a cool idea.

Ahahahah... don't worry, I don't think any idea would be cool enough for me to do that....

[The monster apparently agrees as it emits a loud SKREEEONK! and sends someone rolling several feet with one swipe.]

Just making sure.

[You never know about people. Jean wasn't taking any risks.]

Okay... I'll distract it and you get behind and stab it, okay? Take your time to avoid being seen.

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[He nods.] Right. Sneaky. I can do sneaky.

[He can. Ten years of skulking about in his own home has sharpened this man's stealth skills incredibly. He makes his way around the monster, staying out of its line of sight, sometimes all but disappearing into their surroundings, his tread silent.]

[Meanwhile, Jean can do the opposite of sneaky. Leave it to him-]

Hey, wasabi breath! Over here!

[He's in the front, dodging attacks the sashimi monster dishes out at him.]

That the best you can do, really?! Come on!

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[Oh, how dare you, tiny human! Makijira will show you what's what! Or, at least, that's what its next]

SKREEOOOOOONNNK!

[sure sounds like. It charges, taking a few swings at Jean with its sharp appendages. It looks like it's winding up to attack again when it jolts with an awful screech. Bruno has, indeed, stabbed it from behind, and stabs again before it rears back and twists toward him. His sword is still in its back and... he's still hanging onto the sword.]

[Well, the tactic seemed to work until that point. Jean takes this opportunity to stab the monster as well before running a bit further back.]

Listen! You'll have to let go of the sword! I'll catch you so... trust me!

[He's definitely gonna catch him. As a giant fluffy bear to make it softer for him.]

[There's really not much for it. He's going to be shaken loose, anyway, as the monster bucks, trying to dislodge him. The next time it swings him toward Jean, he lets go and flies through the air with the greatest of EEEEEs.

It's a good job he's so small and light, because that monster really yeeted him....]

[As promised, Jean is there to catch him as a big fluffy bear. Enjoy being caught by a bear. At least the landing is very soft.]

Got you.

[Bruno has never hit anything or anyone with such a pwuf! sound. He finds himself surrounded by fur, and a part of his mind absurdly notes that wow, bears really are fluffy.

Once he's on the ground, he reels for a beat before focussing again, then grins.]

Heh, thanks.

[Alas, he has no weapon, now, so he takes a step behind Jean again before remembering that oh, yes, he's got some kinda-sorta-maybe useful magic, these days.]

Ay, where's my brain? Maybe someday I'll remember my magic a little quicker. [With that, he sets to forming and throwing hard light spheres at the monster, though it's probably best if someone else draws aggro, so to speak....]

[ Covered in some of that disgusting residue himself, Emet-Selch quickly steps back before Bruno can accidentally skewer him with that sword, snapping out irritably: ]

If you've no intention of fighting then drop that thing and stay out of the way, you--

[ He's forced to throw himself to one side as the monster comes charging after Bruno. ]

¡Ay, pecueca! There's no need to get rude!

[Though whether he's talking to Emet or to the monster that'd gotten a little too close is unclear. It's a good job Bruno is really good at dodging.]

Look, friend, I just came to see what in the world a 'sushi monster' even is! I didn't ask... whoever that was to hand me a sword and tell me to fight it! He just comes right up, all 'Hey, amigo, you look like you could use a weapon, here you go, have fun!' Well, I am not having fun, Señor Giver-Of-Swords-To-People! You should've thought people would get curious about a monster made out of food and I dunno, cordon off the area! But no, he lets any old person just wander in, 'hello, there's a giant thing that smells delicious, I wonder what it is...'

[This whole time he's been blathering he's also been flailing and has managed to slice off a couple nice cuts of sashimi.]

[ Climbing back on to his feet, he slices at a whip-like arm which swings his way. The fleshy bit of raw fish thuds to the ground and he holds his blade defensively as he tries to circle behind the creature as the other man babbles

As he lunges in for a stab at the thing's ankles, he finally growls a response. ]

Would that your words were weapons for you surely would have felled this beast by now if so.

[Ay, Dios mío... Bruno throws his hands in the air, still gripping the sword, slicing off another slab of fish.]

If I could talk it to death, I would!

[He takes a step toward Emet and the monster's next downward strike thuds into the ground behind him. He whirls, looking a bit affronted, and the thing's next strike hits him with a smack worthy of a competitive Fish Slapping Dance, sending him tumbling several feet to end up faceplanted in the dirt, his legs falling to the ground a beat later.]

...

[He gets his hands under himself and pushes upward. Staggers to his feet. Turns to face the monster, wiping dirt from his face.]

I think I'm mad, now.

[Well, someone's found his courage. It was in his left hip pocket this whole time, you see. He'll have a little talk with the narration about its wordplay later--for now he grasps the sword in both hands, now, and charges. His next swing isn't so much telegraphed as shouted through a bullhorn at max volume, but he slices off another sharp bit of spicy tuna.]

[ Well. The man is inelegant, but at least he's helping. Somewhat. Emet-Selch can tell he will have to keep an eye on them to make sure they don't slice off their own hand.

He fires a few rounds at the monster's face to distract its attention. ]

Eyes on me, fiend. Don't bother with that little man.

[The monster obliges by emitting another thunderous SKREEEOOONNNKK! and swinging downward at Emet with its remaining claw. Whether it hits its target or not, the claw slams into the ground with enough force to shake it, sending Bruno tumbling again. Honestly, he'd say he's too small and skinny for this, but he's the same size as your average Miqo'te. He's just too untrained.]

[What he lacks in skill he more than makes up for in, erm, well, reckless abandon, really. While Emet is occupying its attention, Bruno skirts round behind it, winds up almost comedically, and takes a big slice out of its back. It screeches. But a trained eye can tell it's on its last metaphorical legs....]

[ It's surprisingly difficult to keep the creature's attention on him when the other man is doing such a vicious job of slicing up its back. Firing repeated rounds into its face, however, seems to do the trick for the most part.

Hopefully the quest-giver enjoys some level of seared fish on their sushi...

Eventually, their combined efforts wear out the monster. With one final bellow, it wavers in place then begins to topple. ]

Get clear!

Felih can't help but chuckle. "Not the fighting sort, darling?" he teases, eyeing the rather weak way Bruno is holding the sword in his hands. "Stand back, dear, my fighting style is quite... mobile."

With that, he's off. While he lacks offensive magics in this realm, he still has his good old-fashioned chakrams, dancing in swift and strong steps as he sends the whirling blades slicing and slashing at the giant rice-and-fish beast.

"If it makes you feel better-" Felih calls out as he dances, "It is merely a being of steamed rice and raw fish! Aside from perhaps knocking you over, I doubt it could do any real harm!" Still, he wouldn't blame Bruno for not wanting to risk being knocked around either, especially with all this snow.

Yeah, Bruno's never actually held a sword ever. You know, until now. There's at least some common sense to the way he's grasping it, the edge and the point at least facing the proper direction. He manages a greeting before the monster reminds them of its presence with a loud, slightly impatient-sounding SKREEEEONNK!

And Felih's off to slice it to bits. Bruno's just... going to take a moment to stare, thoroughly impressed. That is, until a rice blob the size of a basketball goes sailing through the air toward him. He ducks, neatly avoiding being hit and looking back at the splatter of grains for an instant.

He can stand there with a sword he's got no clue how to use or he can help. It actually takes him a couple beats to remember he's got magic that's actually useful for this sort of thing. After looking down at himself and noticing he hasn't got so much as a free belt loop to hang it from he drops it and takes a deep breath. Forms a ball of green hard light. Chucks it at the monster. The first ball flies past it. So does the second. The third hits it square in something that might be an eye, causing it to emit a sound like tearing sheet metal.

Hey, he might be getting the hang of this!

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"Nimble! Well done," Felih praises when the man dodges the glob of rice thrown at him, before he goes back to slicing away. The most he can manage is green magic to entangle the creature's legs in vines, slowing it down and limiting its movement, but without offensive magic, all he can do is fight it with blades.

The first ball of light that flies past him makes Felih jump slightly, watching in confusion as it goes- and then the second, and finally the third. When the third strikes true and makes the beast roar, his ears shoot up.

"Can you aim for the other eye?" he asks, immediately delighted. "If we can just blind it...!" Then he can use the opportunity to go in for a kill. He may be a small Miqo'te, but he knows how to hunt prey bigger than he is. And this beast is just pure fishy deliciousness on rice. (He may have become smitten with Doman cuisine during his travels...)

It smells fantastic to Bruno, too, but that could easily just be because he's really hungry. Colombian ceviche is actually not terrifying, but it's the closest he's ever gotten to fish presented in such a manner. As in uncooked, that is.

He runs round to the other side of the monster, and it's here where his actual skill lies--he seems to simply appear in a manner only ten years' worth of what amounts to daily stealth training can accomplish.

"Okay, here goes!" He concentrates for a beat and the next ball of light he throws is spiky. If the giant grin on his face is any indication, he seems to be enjoying this. The light ball doesn't hit quite as true but it still puts the monster's other eye out in a spray of what looks like ginger sauce.

It swings its head toward them and makes its displeasure known with another wasabi-redolent roar.

Felih pauses and blinks.

Well. Would you look at that. Bruno's actually not half-bad once he gets moving.

Impressed, he gets back to work, darting forward and leaping up high, using his chakrams in a spinning flurry of blades, close enough to hack away at its limbs and break the monster down into something helpless- hopefully once it's been cut to pieces, it'll lose the animation magic on it.

"And stay down!" he yowls as he watches hunks of rice and fish of all kinds sent flying this way and that into the snow, with some odd trails of soy sauce spattering around like mock blood.

Once the fishsplosion dies down, Bruno lowers his arms from where he'd thrown them over his face. Blinks. Peels a bit of salmon off his forehead and regards it. Then he shrugs and pops it in his mouth.

"Hey, this is pretty good." He grins, picking his way through sticky rice and churned-up snow toward Felih and looks at the scattered remains. "Well, that was fun. What do we do now? Throw a victory feast? I'd be all for that.
'Come all and partake in the glorious fruits of our victory!'" he concludes with a wide gesture.

Now that things have quieted down, it's worth noting he's at least got some proper winter gear on, with a hand-knitted green hoodie and thick trousers on under his ever present ruana, sturdy boots on his feet, and finished up with gloves and a bright green scarf. All of which are spattered with sushi innards.

Felih hesitates a few moments, watching the creature's torso longer just to ensure it won't suddenly reanimate... but it seems to have truly been defeated. Calming, he lets the tension seep out of him, and he holsters his weapons at his hips, before he turns and sees Bruno...

...absolutely covered in fish splatter.

The Miqo'te wrinkles his nose and huffs. "Darling, that just won't do," he says, "If only I could use even my mundane magics here... ah well. Holly, dear, if you would?"

He calls into the air and a small fae spins into existence, the little thing circling around Felih with the sounds of happy chimes, before she stops and sees where Felih is pointing. The tiny creature puffs her cheeks out, looking quite indignant at the state of Bruno's clothes, before she suddenly starts flying in a spiral around and down Bruno's being, faerie magic leaving his clothes squeaky-clean.

He blinks when the little creature appears and then smiles. Awh, she's cute! His clothes and hair fluff a bit as they're cleaned, and then settle again. Looking down at himself, he grins--he'll probably never cease being wonderstruck at the technology and magic, here.

"Oh--why, thank you, Holly." If there's one thing he's learnt, it's to be polite to people's familiars. An easy thing for him, as he's polite to a fault, anyway.

Then he looks at the culinary carnage. "Does this... happen a lot, here?"

Holly seems quite pleased with her handiwork, the little faerie chiming happily before patting Bruno on the nose, as if to say, You're welcome! She's a lively thing, flitting and fluttering about, curiously circling Bruno just to get a better look at this new person!

Felih leaves Holly to her investigating, replying to Bruno in the meantime. "Not quite like this, but... strange magical mishaps? Absolutely. All the time, really. With so many folk learning to use magic- and with so many experimenting- things go sideways every week or so," Felih laughs, tail idly swaying behind him. "Sometimes it's quite serious or dangerous stuff, but that's usually politics of this realm and the various native powers at play that are responsible for those kinds of incidents."

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