[Maybe one day he could play with the puppy. If Tater was a puppy, Momo figured he'd be fully grown now with how long Mikasa had owned the little guy. But for now, the boy wanted to lick his bowl clean and not play. Priorities.]
Yeah... [And with that she finished up. Time to wait for the waitress to come back, Mikasa also reached into her pockets. Getting her money. Enough to pay for both. If the dragon was paying attention to the number of cunes in her hand.] A witch.... I still feel tired though.
[She wasn't sure if that was because it was a weak bond or if her need for magic was just that strong. Everything she'd learnt about fae indicated that they were magical themselves. The mention of them being the ones to teach humans magic, how true that was is debatable but it didn't change that fae were close to magic.
Though would the extra magic help with her feeling tired? She'd felt that way before, since Eren had left, before magic flowed through her veins. She wasn't sure if there was anything else to add to the topic of her bond status.
Mercifully, the faun reappeared. Favouring the fae, standing near her instead of the dragon who got another wary look. Though it didn't take long for her to get distracted, counting the money Mikasa had passed over. Then she was taking the plates, not even bothering the dragon.
Mikasa... She'd paid, like she said she would, in exchange for the wormpede skewers. And now she was awkwardly rearranging. Wrapping the dog leash around her wrist, sorting the crutches out. ]
[ ah, well . . . there went his money, even though he waved it at miss faun. nearly waved it. he’d still want to pay for his share, but— fair trades, right? he wouldn’t object too much if that was what she wanted. time to get up. ]
I need two to feel calmer. I only have one right now.
It got a small nod, the fae focusing on getting up more than responding. Making sure she didn't hit Tater with the crutch of get his leash tangled around it. It'd still probably end up tangled at some point, if he saw something he wanted to investigate and dashed off. She couldn't be angry though...
But with the meal paid for, it was time to head off on their journey for compost. The slow walk out and then back to her cottage. It was probably for the best that they set off now. Maybe they shouldn't have stopped to begin with, she felt like they'd both already reached the limits of their social skills. But, she lifted her head looking straight ahead, chin level.
It was the most they'd spoken in a long time without any guises.]
It's probably the same for me then, from what you said about dragons and fae... [How the two rarer species of monster had some kind of connection. One that old that the details hadn't been written. Rather annoying how all the useful history seemed to be missing, both here and back home. Where did the Cywd start? Where did the titans come from?]
...Does that mean you're not calm now then? [She did frown at that, attempting to peer at him while hobbling along. The height difference making it hard to see his face without pausing. She'd just felt tired for now but then again, she'd been on that much medication that she might have not felt much else.]
[ “not calm”, hah. it wasn’t that close to the wording he gave, but close enough. eren doesn’t laugh, ironically or otherwise as they venture back to their destination. all he does say, until the next round of conversation (if any), would be: ]
It’s easier to lose control or get hungry, [ which wasn’t the case now, but maybe he should clarify: ] not for food.
[ for things. blood. monster. witches. anything that was sure to anger him, the hunger would rise and carry him as if it were the normal and right thing to do. would more bonds help with that? yes— it’s why he consumes more blood under one single witch; he takes more than he should.
the farm should be close by after a few more minutes, anyway. ]
[Ah... That. That she knew about all too well. From her own experience in being so magic starved that she'd mistaken it for hunger. Turning violent and mauling a wild animal, then a monster, and finally a witch. Even then, even after being injured in her frenzy, she'd still felt that deep gnawing hunger that didn't fade.
That it's still a matter of control, even with the bonds. That got a exhale. The fae ducking her head again to focus on her crutches. Watching them, as though if she took her eyes off of them, they'd slip on the cobbles. Even though she'd been fine before.
Her tongue poked out, licking her lips. A small grunt slipping out, then she gave up. Not even able to test the words, unable to think of what to say. This place... It was a lot to deal with even if it was so much nicer than home.
Even here though, they couldn't live without worries.
She kept moving. Tater breaking her out of her thoughts as they got to the farmland, yipping and trying to look at the farm animals they crossed. Little tail wagging, new friends? But Mikasa kept walking along, heading over to a small farmers' stall. It mainly sold veggies, fruit and eggs. The fae had to ask about compost and fertilizer, gotta keep the manure away from the fresh produce. The cunes cross hands and she had two rather large hessian sacks of dirt... Sacks that a human who worked out could have carried one of, it might have taken some effort. But she'd have been able to carry both if she had the use of her arms. But a human still could have managed one, a stronger monster like a dragon or turnskin wouldn't have an issue at all.
...Except for those with sensitive noses.
But the point was. Mikasa could just have asked one of the many turnskins around the city to help. But she hadn't.]
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Yeah... [And with that she finished up. Time to wait for the waitress to come back, Mikasa also reached into her pockets. Getting her money. Enough to pay for both. If the dragon was paying attention to the number of cunes in her hand.] A witch.... I still feel tired though.
[She wasn't sure if that was because it was a weak bond or if her need for magic was just that strong. Everything she'd learnt about fae indicated that they were magical themselves. The mention of them being the ones to teach humans magic, how true that was is debatable but it didn't change that fae were close to magic.
Though would the extra magic help with her feeling tired? She'd felt that way before, since Eren had left, before magic flowed through her veins. She wasn't sure if there was anything else to add to the topic of her bond status.
Mercifully, the faun reappeared. Favouring the fae, standing near her instead of the dragon who got another wary look. Though it didn't take long for her to get distracted, counting the money Mikasa had passed over. Then she was taking the plates, not even bothering the dragon.
Mikasa... She'd paid, like she said she would, in exchange for the wormpede skewers. And now she was awkwardly rearranging. Wrapping the dog leash around her wrist, sorting the crutches out. ]
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I need two to feel calmer. I only have one right now.
[ but one was better than nothing. ]
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It got a small nod, the fae focusing on getting up more than responding. Making sure she didn't hit Tater with the crutch of get his leash tangled around it. It'd still probably end up tangled at some point, if he saw something he wanted to investigate and dashed off. She couldn't be angry though...
But with the meal paid for, it was time to head off on their journey for compost. The slow walk out and then back to her cottage. It was probably for the best that they set off now. Maybe they shouldn't have stopped to begin with, she felt like they'd both already reached the limits of their social skills. But, she lifted her head looking straight ahead, chin level.
It was the most they'd spoken in a long time without any guises.]
It's probably the same for me then, from what you said about dragons and fae... [How the two rarer species of monster had some kind of connection. One that old that the details hadn't been written. Rather annoying how all the useful history seemed to be missing, both here and back home. Where did the Cywd start? Where did the titans come from?]
...Does that mean you're not calm now then? [She did frown at that, attempting to peer at him while hobbling along. The height difference making it hard to see his face without pausing. She'd just felt tired for now but then again, she'd been on that much medication that she might have not felt much else.]
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It’s easier to lose control or get hungry, [ which wasn’t the case now, but maybe he should clarify: ] not for food.
[ for things. blood. monster. witches. anything that was sure to anger him, the hunger would rise and carry him as if it were the normal and right thing to do. would more bonds help with that? yes— it’s why he consumes more blood under one single witch; he takes more than he should.
the farm should be close by after a few more minutes, anyway. ]
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That it's still a matter of control, even with the bonds. That got a exhale. The fae ducking her head again to focus on her crutches. Watching them, as though if she took her eyes off of them, they'd slip on the cobbles. Even though she'd been fine before.
Her tongue poked out, licking her lips. A small grunt slipping out, then she gave up. Not even able to test the words, unable to think of what to say. This place... It was a lot to deal with even if it was so much nicer than home.
Even here though, they couldn't live without worries.
She kept moving. Tater breaking her out of her thoughts as they got to the farmland, yipping and trying to look at the farm animals they crossed. Little tail wagging, new friends? But Mikasa kept walking along, heading over to a small farmers' stall. It mainly sold veggies, fruit and eggs. The fae had to ask about compost and fertilizer, gotta keep the manure away from the fresh produce. The cunes cross hands and she had two rather large hessian sacks of dirt... Sacks that a human who worked out could have carried one of, it might have taken some effort. But she'd have been able to carry both if she had the use of her arms. But a human still could have managed one, a stronger monster like a dragon or turnskin wouldn't have an issue at all.
...Except for those with sensitive noses.
But the point was. Mikasa could just have asked one of the many turnskins around the city to help. But she hadn't.]