silly but to the left

Eradic hums in acknowledgement. "Do not lower your head. Ignorance is not necessarily incompetence, most times it is wiser to admit your lack of knowledge than to risk danger in preserving your pride." He does not soften his voice, but it was a subtle attempt at consoling the child.

"With that aside, my castle has a teleportation circle I can modify for you. It uses very little magic and is highly stable, meaning the chances of turning you into spaghetti is very small. Joy." He deadpans. It may or may not be a joke.

"Follow." The devourer orders, already starting to walk back.

They lifted their head back up to look at him. Then they promptly balked at the risk he mentioned, their clouds spiking in small portions like a startled cat's fur raising. "Wh—wait, what? Turned into spaghetti?"

"Rigel." Eradic echoes the name, humming as he notes down the lowering shoulders and the scent of alarm slowly ebbing. So he knew of Dream... or a Dream, at least. Good. Panic is a pain to deal with.

"Yes." He confirms, "I am not interested in introducing an outlander into my territory as a resident, and I take it that you are just as uninterested in staying permanently." He gestures dismissively. "Do you have any knowledge or skill in magic manipulation, or has no one taught you anything?" The devourer bluntly asks.

Nothing happened. It was like Rigel didn't even notice it.

While Rigel did not notice, Eradic did. He held his tounge back from hissing a warning. No use of doing that when the individual in question seemed to not have proper control over himself.

"My name is..." what would not scare the little snack away? "...Dream. I am the emperor of this place." He hummed, calming his tendrils and pulling them into his body. "Judging by the condition of your magic, it could have been a rather powerful surge. You seem to have... a decent amount of magic around you." Eradic clicked his tounge, holding back from biting at the energy surrounding the little thing.

"You have, however, left a trail of magic back to your initial position. I could send you back with a bit of work."

He smelled like a snack. A bite-sized snack. Eating the outlander would give him a bit of a boost in energy, and it didn't seem to be a difficult task considering he has yet to smell aggression.

...But he's so small.

...

Perhaps he shouldn't act so hasty.

"Not your world." He answers, cold but not cruel. "I assume you have no knowledge on how to return yourself?" His tendrils curl, curious and... he's not acknowledging the other emotion.

Nothing happened. It was like Rigel didn't even notice it.

\\ i think it would be neat to have rigel and eradic meet :] helloo i know we haven't interacted before yet, so you can ignore this if you like!

His guards had notified him of yet another outlander. Under normal circumstances, he'd let his captain handle it... but the scent they've brought back was... of interest. Smelled of prey, and yet... not entirely.

So here the emperor was, dark tendrils slithering behind him like a cape as he approaches the stranger with a flicking forked tounge and arms behind his back. Observing out in the open, with no fear of retaliation.

"I can smell you from an ocean away with how much magic you're radiating, outlander."

...A 'hello' would've sufficed, Era.

ooc// hello hello hello!! always fun to see a new face around here >:3c I hoped I interpreted this correctly as Rigel being the one to lose control. Don't be pressured to write too much for your reply btw (i saw that you write casual-style so yee), my starters are just a bit longer sometimes.

They were only a small thing still in stripes. They stood stiffly as they looked up at the stranger, their clouds clumped together thickly as if to make themself smaller or perhaps hide themself from his observation. On occasion, lightning-like traces of magic lit up the clouds.

"I... I'm sorry? Where am I?"