[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap. (gaston @onceuponers to zeke)
first impressions mattered.
zeke was working his way through the different realms that were now connected to his own, exploring their lands & nature, hunting their wildlife, connecting with the mother of their earth like he did with his own & of course he explored the vast differences. some had magic about them, some seemed ... to follow a whole different approach when it came to town building, some had no kings? he never thought he'd find himself curious how other places worked, but here he was.
though, truth be told - for tonight he was done. it was late & he'd chosen to buy dinner today at a place these people called taverns? bars? he... wasn't quite sure. they had taverns at home, but zeke never bothered, but he'd caught the scent of roasted chicken & couldn't withstand. he ignored the commotion around him for the most part, happily wolfing down his chicken in record time, fingers were licked clean down to the very last inch of goodness & the sigh he let out was heavenly, but a voice interrupted his peaceful relaxation with an offer that had the wolf ....think. ears perked, his nose already sniffing out the perpetrator before his head turned to meet him - eye to eye across the table.
did he remember they crossed paths over the past week in the woods? hm. probably. he could follow his offer. "guess i could." yeah, he was taking his time deciding before slowly getting up with his bottle still in his hand & strolling over to a corner that almost seemed like it was the other's with how peasants kept their distance. arms crossed in front of his chest, he shot the other a look, "that the best you got?" he'd have to work for that last inch left between them.
