*slowly reaches out to the back of the chair* Maybe if I just move slowly … *sits down … on own hair*
*gasps* Oh, my! Apparently that’s not the way to go. *helps you sit properly* Now just…stay put. I’ll go make you some tea. *goes over to fill the kettle*
Ehehe. That’s a familiar sort of clumsiness. I … guess I’ll just stay put. Yes ma’am.
Good girl. *places the tea on the fire to brew and checks on one of the salves* So how did this happen in the first place?
*rubs at forehead with back of hand* I … taunted the greyfaces. Said I didn’t believe in them. I mean, why should I? They enspell people around me all the time — poor Tony, he’s got to make do with an old model arc reactor — but never me.
Oh, the grey-faced ones that cast spells? I’ve never had one. Are they usually so malicious? *pours a cup of tea and sets it on the counter* You’re not to have this until it’s completely cooled. For safety’s sake.
Yes ma’am. *manages a shrug* I honestly don’t know. Sometimes they’re fun, sometimes malicious … it seems to be a whimsical thing. Or maybe thoughtless is the word I want.