{ there's an infinite of possibilities and it's the mystery of them has has eliot intrigued. after all, he'd supposedly died over thirty times in some time loop that he does not recall since it wasn't really him, but it was? it's in his life books apparently. by math and probability (which he can do in his head, thank you), it means he could be another from of alternative universe. it's not beyond to think, and eliot considers it an opportunity. he can be creative and he's yet to see what sort of survival thorne demands. a food thought for another day. he's distracted currently. }

I'll eventually be serious about it. As long as it's not a cranky Russian man in a Southern pole, I'm solid. { there's a slight creepy crawly feeling to thinking of that hell-man mayakovsky, which ends up with him letting out a slight huff. he's pretty sure he spent half of his time in brakebills south in an attempt to be faded. he's about to ask about kyle's specialty.

but. he's gone. eliot jumps a slight, same as before. instead now he's gripping the curtains. the gleam in his eye remains. }

Impressive, Hézele. { bunny. he has a habit of giving nicknames, but not right away. it seems fitting. his learning parts of languages for spells come in handy. he'll explain finally, but first he leans seamlessly into the curtain he bunched up and takes in kyle up close. he's certainly tall. eliot is used to being one of the tallest in the room. he regains his calm after his second dose of being startled. }

Definitely less annoying. We had native bunnies in Fillory that could teleport into other worlds to deliver messages. I'm assuming you do local.