"Of course she wants him to look like the bad guy, she wants him dead!" He scoffs, still very hesitant to buy the agenda the Wizard is selling. But the Wizard sliding down the board for Matilda was, well, insulting. This entire dream venture was just insulting! But Matilda's a good kid and needs a win, and good heavens he may as well have been finger painting. Yikes. But then he gets an idea, one that he has to hold down until he deals with Gyre's idea.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now, you're pretty touchy." Garrot sounds playful, and is even waggling his eyebrows a bit, but he's at least half-serious. "I accidentally piss you off, you're gonna ask him about the end of the world? What if you don't like what you hear?!" He sounds worried with that last remark, but Garrot just takes a deep breath. "Anyway..."
"Our planet is unstable." And he drags the back of his hand, particularly the fuzzy bit, across his doctor-scrawls. Erased! Instead, he starts to draw. "If our planet dies, it either explodes out or collapses in on the Protector." Garrot's drawn a circle, with one slice pushed in and another slightly pulled out. "There's a seal connected to the Wizard and Protector; it's keeping the planet together and keeping us in." He draws a squiggly line around the planet. "It's why nobody ever got into space. It's like..." Garrot's gaze darts around, first to the sky, then to the board, then to Gyre!
"It's like one of your bubbles!" A beat, followed by a look of uncertainty. "I think." Meanwhile, his drawing looks like a pie with a few arrows on it. Except there's a sad stick figure in the middle and a wizard-hatted stick figure in space.
no subject
"I don't think that's a good idea right now, you're pretty touchy." Garrot sounds playful, and is even waggling his eyebrows a bit, but he's at least half-serious. "I accidentally piss you off, you're gonna ask him about the end of the world? What if you don't like what you hear?!" He sounds worried with that last remark, but Garrot just takes a deep breath. "Anyway..."
"Our planet is unstable." And he drags the back of his hand, particularly the fuzzy bit, across his doctor-scrawls. Erased! Instead, he starts to draw. "If our planet dies, it either explodes out or collapses in on the Protector." Garrot's drawn a circle, with one slice pushed in and another slightly pulled out. "There's a seal connected to the Wizard and Protector; it's keeping the planet together and keeping us in." He draws a squiggly line around the planet. "It's why nobody ever got into space. It's like..." Garrot's gaze darts around, first to the sky, then to the board, then to Gyre!
"It's like one of your bubbles!" A beat, followed by a look of uncertainty. "I think." Meanwhile, his drawing looks like a pie with a few arrows on it. Except there's a sad stick figure in the middle and a wizard-hatted stick figure in space.