Amos is barely able to mask his reflexive grimace, because dead things should stay dead and not get up and wander around to pester the living, because dead things are gross and slimy and the whole decay thing just really...yeah, no. He's never seen an undead fae-kind, so that's a bit of a novelty...
He manages to keep his smile up, which is good because...wait do the same rules apply if the fae-sort is undead? Hopefully so and he won't end up dead, made into a thrall, or otherwise enchanted. This weird day would suck even worse if he ended up enchanted on top of not knowing where he is.
"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way, ma'am. I was just...trying to see if anyone else was around. It's pretty empty here..." Licking his lips, Amos glances at the horse. Is it dead too? Or just a spell-creature? Either way he's only getting the faintest impression of an equine mind, even standing so close to it. Not even hazy kinds of thoughts, more like...ghosts of thoughts.
Can you hear me? he thinks at Havoc, the telepathic message carefully focused.
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Amos is barely able to mask his reflexive grimace, because dead things should stay dead and not get up and wander around to pester the living, because dead things are gross and slimy and the whole decay thing just really...yeah, no. He's never seen an undead fae-kind, so that's a bit of a novelty...
He manages to keep his smile up, which is good because...wait do the same rules apply if the fae-sort is undead? Hopefully so and he won't end up dead, made into a thrall, or otherwise enchanted. This weird day would suck even worse if he ended up enchanted on top of not knowing where he is.
"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way, ma'am. I was just...trying to see if anyone else was around. It's pretty empty here..." Licking his lips, Amos glances at the horse. Is it dead too? Or just a spell-creature? Either way he's only getting the faintest impression of an equine mind, even standing so close to it. Not even hazy kinds of thoughts, more like...ghosts of thoughts.
Can you hear me? he thinks at Havoc, the telepathic message carefully focused.