...a little, ( he admits, as they take this slightly more scenic route. ) I didn't really give myself a whole lot of time to adjust at the beginning, I just. Leapt right in and started swimming.
( At this end of the city, the damage from the invasion is minimal, easily overlooked if you're not searching for it. Citizens here are still on edge, and there aren't as many out as he usually sees, so many still left at the Keep. Others, well... their entire lives are here, and as soon as Star retreated, they were back. )
Everything runs on magic here, from Fellden itself and the faction leaders. ( Tony points to a street lamp with cold-reddened fingers, ) Electricity, hot, running water, all of it. The suit I came in was somehow transitioned to running on magic-
( Hang on, while he balls his fingers into a fist, blowing warm air against them, ) -though I couldn't begin to tell you how. It just is, now.
We're here, ( Tony announces, dismounting at the gate of a small, mostly snowy back garden, behind a larger workshop and the apartment above it. There's nothing too remarkable to see about the place from the outside, maybe a hint of Tudor-styling to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood, and the stable out back is just big enough for the horse and a small tack room. Once Pepper is down, he leads her to the door, where he fumbles just a moment with keys (nothing hands free here, not yet) and lets her in after him, past the minute hum of wards.
Ahead, a flight of stairs does a quick switchback up to the living spaces above, while a few steps down to their left will take them into the workshop proper, lit by the huge skylight over the main workbenches. It looks mostly similar to his setups at home, though a little more low tech in spots: there's very clearly a forge across the room and blacksmithing tools, juxtaposed by what looks like sections of circuit boards complete with LEDs on a workbench nearby, framed by hand-drafted plans that are definitely all Tony's.
As he closes the door behind them, the overhead lights wink on, in long beams reminiscent of fluorescent lights. )
It's colder down here, when the fires aren't going. I'm usually up in Medii during the week; honestly, Pep, it's a small miracle I found you...
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( At this end of the city, the damage from the invasion is minimal, easily overlooked if you're not searching for it. Citizens here are still on edge, and there aren't as many out as he usually sees, so many still left at the Keep. Others, well... their entire lives are here, and as soon as Star retreated, they were back. )
Everything runs on magic here, from Fellden itself and the faction leaders. ( Tony points to a street lamp with cold-reddened fingers, ) Electricity, hot, running water, all of it. The suit I came in was somehow transitioned to running on magic-
( Hang on, while he balls his fingers into a fist, blowing warm air against them, ) -though I couldn't begin to tell you how. It just is, now.
We're here, ( Tony announces, dismounting at the gate of a small, mostly snowy back garden, behind a larger workshop and the apartment above it. There's nothing too remarkable to see about the place from the outside, maybe a hint of Tudor-styling to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood, and the stable out back is just big enough for the horse and a small tack room. Once Pepper is down, he leads her to the door, where he fumbles just a moment with keys (nothing hands free here, not yet) and lets her in after him, past the minute hum of wards.
Ahead, a flight of stairs does a quick switchback up to the living spaces above, while a few steps down to their left will take them into the workshop proper, lit by the huge skylight over the main workbenches. It looks mostly similar to his setups at home, though a little more low tech in spots: there's very clearly a forge across the room and blacksmithing tools, juxtaposed by what looks like sections of circuit boards complete with LEDs on a workbench nearby, framed by hand-drafted plans that are definitely all Tony's.
As he closes the door behind them, the overhead lights wink on, in long beams reminiscent of fluorescent lights. )
It's colder down here, when the fires aren't going. I'm usually up in Medii during the week; honestly, Pep, it's a small miracle I found you...