 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Reil’s palanquin cage came to a stop inside the Thought Chamber. And anyone who had been paying attention to the poor blood, tear, and booger covered German man, would have thought he looked an awful lot like a hound tilting his head back and forth in an attempt to locate the scent of a fox.
He twisted, turned, and then suddenly the cage was gone. It took a moment for Reil to scramble to his feet. His host was awkward and still in a lot of what Reil had decided was what human’s call “pain,” but at least it had stopped leaking. He stumbled forward, bumping into Templeton’s host. He could hear his people’s please to come home. He reached up over the top of the lid, then paused.
Did he want to go home? He kinda wanted to go back and find that sour earthy gross hot black stuff and drink more of it. In fact, at the thought of it, his eye twitched and so did his fingers.
And then something started throbbing on his face again. Nope- Reil was done with this. He wanted to be back in his floating space where the worst he could get was a bonk on the head, and let’s be honest, Reil usually did the bonking…
He plunged his hand into the liquid.
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