[For his own part, Młynar is trying his best to keep his new companion comfortable in subtle ways. When Astralin shrinks into the corner, he shifts his position to place himself between the Ori and the crowd. It’s not much, but it’s the best he can do.
A small frown flickers across Młynar’s expression as he realizes there’s not much to speak about with his own world. It’s kind of a hellworld, with rampant capitalism, a horrifying disease that turns people to crystal and monsters that strain the imagination. Coming to a peaceful world like this one made him realize just how twisted that his old one was. Down the line, he might be at enough ease to tell Astralin about those things, but for now, he’d talk about something brighter. For that, there was only one thing he could think of.]
Well, you’ve told me of your family, so I’ll tell you of mine. I can’t say I’m blessed with a spouse- much less two like you’ve managed. But I am raising my brother’s two girls. They’re called Maria and Margaret. they certainly enjoy causing me enough stress with all the trouble they cause, but they’ve both grown into knights that do the Nearl name proud.
[Reaching into his jacket, Młynar retrieves a small picture- a Polaroid-style image, depicting all four members of the Nearl family. Maria and Margaret stood side to side, while his younger sister Zofia stood to the side, readying her whip-blade. It was something that a friend had taken while the four had trained together. Once the photograph is passed off, the knight fails to match Astralin’s delicate mannerisms and takes a deep sip from his drink. It’s clear that he’s worried about them.]
Though I don’t tell them that nearly enough. It seems that these days, I spend far more time scolding them for taking on heroic tasks that are liable to get them killed. I’m not even their real father, but it’s hard to let go.
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A small frown flickers across Młynar’s expression as he realizes there’s not much to speak about with his own world. It’s kind of a hellworld, with rampant capitalism, a horrifying disease that turns people to crystal and monsters that strain the imagination. Coming to a peaceful world like this one made him realize just how twisted that his old one was. Down the line, he might be at enough ease to tell Astralin about those things, but for now, he’d talk about something brighter. For that, there was only one thing he could think of.]
Well, you’ve told me of your family, so I’ll tell you of mine. I can’t say I’m blessed with a spouse- much less two like you’ve managed. But I am raising my brother’s two girls. They’re called Maria and Margaret. they certainly enjoy causing me enough stress with all the trouble they cause, but they’ve both grown into knights that do the Nearl name proud.
[Reaching into his jacket, Młynar retrieves a small picture- a Polaroid-style image, depicting all four members of the Nearl family. Maria and Margaret stood side to side, while his younger sister Zofia stood to the side, readying her whip-blade. It was something that a friend had taken while the four had trained together. Once the photograph is passed off, the knight fails to match Astralin’s delicate mannerisms and takes a deep sip from his drink. It’s clear that he’s worried about them.]
Though I don’t tell them that nearly enough. It seems that these days, I spend far more time scolding them for taking on heroic tasks that are liable to get them killed. I’m not even their real father, but it’s hard to let go.