"Probably a bit of both. I'm certainly not immune to it, either. But it still takes the same amount of time to brew tea," he adds, somehow both philosophical and also a bit teasing.
Avery tilts his head to the side at the flash of magic, a show of power that he can't interpret precisely but can feel flicker through the room as easily as someone else might hear a bit of a tune or a chirp of a smoke alarm.
He opens his mouth to ask about that, as well as why Bruno seems to scoot himself out of the way, makes himself somewhat scarce. Perhaps he just doesn't like the attention, but something about it seems... more than that, somehow. Either way, he doesn't get any kind of a chance for either thing, because there are a gaggle of Madrigals to deal with almost immediately.
He tries to answer what questions he can: about himself, about where and when he's from, about his magic. But he doesn't know why or how he's here and he doesn't know how to get back, and he's soon looking a bit more beleaguered and tired than enthusiastic and polite. Avery certainly isn't a child to break down over a bit of trouble and he's more than aware that when you find yourself in strange circumstances it always pays to be polite. But he's miles and years from anything he knows and has no idea why, or if there's even a way back, and the strain is starting to show around his eyes.
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Avery tilts his head to the side at the flash of magic, a show of power that he can't interpret precisely but can feel flicker through the room as easily as someone else might hear a bit of a tune or a chirp of a smoke alarm.
He opens his mouth to ask about that, as well as why Bruno seems to scoot himself out of the way, makes himself somewhat scarce. Perhaps he just doesn't like the attention, but something about it seems... more than that, somehow. Either way, he doesn't get any kind of a chance for either thing, because there are a gaggle of Madrigals to deal with almost immediately.
He tries to answer what questions he can: about himself, about where and when he's from, about his magic. But he doesn't know why or how he's here and he doesn't know how to get back, and he's soon looking a bit more beleaguered and tired than enthusiastic and polite. Avery certainly isn't a child to break down over a bit of trouble and he's more than aware that when you find yourself in strange circumstances it always pays to be polite. But he's miles and years from anything he knows and has no idea why, or if there's even a way back, and the strain is starting to show around his eyes.