Less complacent and more "same shit, different toilet." You know?
[ The kettle is doing, so Eliot comes back, and he spares a glance at the man as he looks out the window. Being new here is pretty shitty, Eliot doesn't envy him.
It's not really chilled but maybe a fire seems homey. Welcoming. Eliot decides to just roll out the welcome wagon as best he can and get a fire going. He's pretty sure he doesn't have any matches hanging around, but a fire-lighting tut is pretty easy. First year shit, and even in a place like Mathias where magic is hit or miss, Eliot doesn't think he can mess it up. All a fire needs is a little spark, after all.
His thumb mimics the action of pressing a lighter, then he waves his fingers in a slight arc before snapping them together and drawing his hand up. It's the not usual flame he's used to, but he sees a small flame catch in the fireplace.
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[ The kettle is doing, so Eliot comes back, and he spares a glance at the man as he looks out the window. Being new here is pretty shitty, Eliot doesn't envy him.
It's not really chilled but maybe a fire seems homey. Welcoming. Eliot decides to just roll out the welcome wagon as best he can and get a fire going. He's pretty sure he doesn't have any matches hanging around, but a fire-lighting tut is pretty easy. First year shit, and even in a place like Mathias where magic is hit or miss, Eliot doesn't think he can mess it up. All a fire needs is a little spark, after all.
His thumb mimics the action of pressing a lighter, then he waves his fingers in a slight arc before snapping them together and drawing his hand up. It's the not usual flame he's used to, but he sees a small flame catch in the fireplace.
Take that, you shithole village. ]
I'm Eliot. By the way.