#victor having a violent flashback and enebish is just like 'bro i get it ill give you a minute' LMAO

[darkblessed]

enebish watches the flash of something across victor's face, and it causes a pang of familiarity to run through him. it's the throbbing behind the eyes of a voice pushing into your mind without your consent, a memory bobbing to the surface of a dark lake on its own.

he waits for the moment to pass and for victor to say his piece before he nods quietly. what a dreadful place indeed.

he fell into step just beside victor, careful not to bump into him as they went, and sighed once more at the comment about his expression.

rivalis was a difficult topic, a sore that had never healed because there was never any closure. he had left once upon a time and never returned, never wrote, never did anything to let the people there know he lived. (which. . .he didn't, not anymore.)

" it's just a small town. it's a village really. i knew everyone there when i was growing up, and it's just awkward to go back and try to peddle my wares to people who knew me as a toddler. "

he shrugged, readjusting his pack in the process.

" it's a nice place. it's just weird to go back for business. besides, if we're done with villages, then rivalis is the last place we need to go. it's got apple orchards, the richten haus, and that's about it. and a spooky lake. "

doomsday. something clicked in victor's mind and he squinted his eyes shot at the jolt of pain. a flash of something searing through his brain like a white hot blade. YOU ARE A BAD FIRST DRAFT ... there's no time ... they are here –

he breathed deeply, pushing the intrusive thoughts out of his mind. at least one of them sounded like his own voice. he touched the ring of mind shielding again, consciously this time. he could still feel the magic pulsing in it. it's still working ...

“doomsday has already come. and nobody was ready for it – ” he opened his eyes again. light reflecting in the river water like a million loose fish scales. “ ... just look at what dreadful place we're in.”

his mind made quick inroads of ideas and thoughts, smoothing over the incongruity. he's left a little agitated but for no discernible reason.

“let's get moving before clayman here reaches the wildmother's embrace ... ” he gave the construct a knock on the shoulder and started walking ahead while the it followed behind.

“what's the face for then if it's not all that exciting? didn't think you were the kind to look down on your hometown for being a humble village. or was it bad blood in a small town? i suppose country folks are just as capable of discord as those in the city of wizards.”