[He's left waiting a little while. Long enough to observe some of the sights below, keen eyes picking out myriad fine details he no doubt would have missed before. Even from this height, he can perceive the expressions on faces down below. Monsters and Witches going about their day - a bright-haired young woman haggling over the price of some diaphanous material, a willowy Monster admiring a stone ring - ordinary scenes made extraordinary only by the outlandish setting, the blurry-edged quality of the dream.
He's so wrapped up in his observations that it takes him almost by surprised when the Witch makes his appearance. Julian turns, wide eyed and blinking, as the man swings over the lip of the stony roof, pulls himself to his feet with quiet elegance.]
You climbed up? No er, no magic to help you along?
[A touch of incredulity in his tone-- he can climb rigging with the grace of a cat, can make a daring escape along with the best of them, but were he in his usual form he doubts he could have pulled that off.]
My dear, I'm quite impressed. But um...to answer your question. It felt...fantastic. Exhilarating. So real I could almost believe it was actually happening. And it just came so...so easy. Like I was meant for it.
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He's so wrapped up in his observations that it takes him almost by surprised when the Witch makes his appearance. Julian turns, wide eyed and blinking, as the man swings over the lip of the stony roof, pulls himself to his feet with quiet elegance.]
You climbed up? No er, no magic to help you along?
[A touch of incredulity in his tone-- he can climb rigging with the grace of a cat, can make a daring escape along with the best of them, but were he in his usual form he doubts he could have pulled that off.]
My dear, I'm quite impressed. But um...to answer your question. It felt...fantastic. Exhilarating. So real I could almost believe it was actually happening. And it just came so...so easy. Like I was meant for it.