Figures. At least it’s not a farm. { which is strange to say, but he’s not going to elaborate. he’d convulse. eliot reaches out to shake the curtain to make sure there’s a backing, then leans his back against the window, long legs extended. he snorts. }

I’m not a Traveler. They’re rare, if you’re looking for one. The one I know is an asshole. { he scrunches his nose, to think being compared to penny. he’s an alright guy. useful at times. }

Was a Physical Kid when I studied. Loosely if my GPA has anything to say. Some telekinetic, some manipulation. My expertise is mixology. I’ll make you something mind-blowing if I get my hands on ingredients. Enchanted a flask to be bottomless once, which I tragically lost. { there’s a passion to speaking of days that seemed simpler. who thought being looped in a timeline countless times was going to be the better days than whatever he ended up with. a little delusion goes some way.

throne’s magic reminds eliot of brakebills, not at all like a hedge witch - either way he’s grown to appreciate both kinds on the down low. } I’m not opposed to learning this world’s magic.

{ with a slight tilt of his head and a relaxed tone, his can be interpreted with intentional coyness. eliot really does wonder if he can magic like he once had before. }

Since you’ve been here a while. Would you consider teaching a helpless newbie like moi?