[Carlisle's eyes flick to Ignis, and he offers the man a placating smile.]
I'm fine, thank you. Stairs, aheh.
[Not that that's much of an explanation, but he doesn't offer anything else as he steps outside. Despite the generally oppressive heat, he's dressed in his full layers: undershirt, jacket, tabard, full-length gloves (well, one glove, and one glove where the forearm portion has been replaced with a bandage), pants, leather boots. Despite his daily walks to his garden, the suns don't seem to have colored his skin even the slightest. A keen observer might realize there is likely more at play than his simply being cold-natured or an inside-person.]
You said you were permitted to use the king's magic. Does its use wear upon you? Or have you no access to such abilities in this place?
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I'm fine, thank you. Stairs, aheh.
[Not that that's much of an explanation, but he doesn't offer anything else as he steps outside. Despite the generally oppressive heat, he's dressed in his full layers: undershirt, jacket, tabard, full-length gloves (well, one glove, and one glove where the forearm portion has been replaced with a bandage), pants, leather boots. Despite his daily walks to his garden, the suns don't seem to have colored his skin even the slightest. A keen observer might realize there is likely more at play than his simply being cold-natured or an inside-person.]
You said you were permitted to use the king's magic. Does its use wear upon you? Or have you no access to such abilities in this place?