Okay, that's not normal. Granted, neither is a field of green grass and flowers and butterflies, dotted with clear ponds and streams. But she knows meadows and ponds used to exist, whereas people with horns and huge ears who collect water out of the very air never have.
At least, if they have she's damn well never heard about it.
Her expression doesn't change much, except for widening eyes, but her spine straightens, tension singing along the lines of her body as if she's deciding whether a fight-or-flight response is appropriate in this situation.
Then his words register, and she decides, all weirdness aside, it's all right. Bartering isn't unfamiliar. Settling again, she steps closer and tilts her head to peer at the blob in the air. "You...conjure it. And how would I know what you conjure is safe to drink?"
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Okay, that's not normal. Granted, neither is a field of green grass and flowers and butterflies, dotted with clear ponds and streams. But she knows meadows and ponds used to exist, whereas people with horns and huge ears who collect water out of the very air never have.
At least, if they have she's damn well never heard about it.
Her expression doesn't change much, except for widening eyes, but her spine straightens, tension singing along the lines of her body as if she's deciding whether a fight-or-flight response is appropriate in this situation.
Then his words register, and she decides, all weirdness aside, it's all right. Bartering isn't unfamiliar. Settling again, she steps closer and tilts her head to peer at the blob in the air. "You...conjure it. And how would I know what you conjure is safe to drink?"