[ It's an impulse. Something left over from the Cottage in Fillory, he thinks--Quentin grabs an extra napkin and wordlessly slides it to Diarmuid, just in case he wants to wipe his face or compose himself. His eyes had looked pretty red, probably with emotion. Now that things have eased between them, Quentin's guilt is slow being eclipsed by his Dad instincts. Sure, Diarmuid's not a little kid, but he is significantly younger than him. ]
What about rabbits? Eliot and I were thinking that if something like this happens again and you need help, we want to be there for you. There's a way you can call us for help no matter what, but it means you'd get a pet. A magical one. You don't have to answer right away or anything, and I can explain more, but... no rush, okay? Let's just drink some tea.
... I do like rabbits. I'm rarely ever close enough to a wild hare to pet it, but...
[He looks a little confused, though, for plenty good reason. Normal folks usually don't offer magical pets to people — and with that in mind, he can't even imagine that a rabbit is interwoven with calling for help. He reaches for his tea, brow still furrowed, sips, considers-]
[ He opens his mouth and he really is about to explain the technical details--the Neitherlands, the properties of Fillorian rabbits (if they even are Fillorian), maybe even delve really deep into the source of all magic when he decides very quickly not to.
The last thing he needs is to overwhelm him, so he treads it like he does when someone's having problems in math: simple first, then build up. ]
Well, it's pretty much a normal bunny. For some reason, rabbits have a better time traveling between worlds. These ones can find whoever you want, and repeat a short sentence or phrase. Sort of like your Fluid, but, uh. Alive. You just tell them who to find, give them the message, set them down, and they hop to it. Literally.
Scared the shit out of me when I first got a message by bunny, I'm gonna be honest.
Where I hail from, we use birds to deliver messages, sometimes. A rabbit between worlds is just... a more intricate version of it, is it not? [He frowns, moving to sip on his tea.] The... rabbit talks?
Oh, man, that's a way better analogy. Yeah. Carrier pigeons, but with fluffy tails.
I mean it, though. I know you might not trust me and that's--I'm not asking you to change your opinion. But if you're in a bind, I mean... you've seen it. I'm a Magician. I want to be there for you.
[Diarmuid's quiet for a long moment, looking at his tea and considering the man's words with careful, earnest attention. Honestly, his stomach is in knots — relieved ones, in some strange way, like someone who has just finished a roller coaster ride at that park. It's not hard to imagine the man in front of him uses his power for good, even after seeing what he'd seen, but he also thinks if he saw that power blossom in front of him again he might hide in a panic.
But perhaps it will not always be that way. And perhaps it is a fear he can learn... to force himself to overcome. He's had to do it here before; he'll have to do it again. After a moment and a deep breath through his nose, he nods.]
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What about rabbits? Eliot and I were thinking that if something like this happens again and you need help, we want to be there for you. There's a way you can call us for help no matter what, but it means you'd get a pet. A magical one. You don't have to answer right away or anything, and I can explain more, but... no rush, okay? Let's just drink some tea.
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[He looks a little confused, though, for plenty good reason. Normal folks usually don't offer magical pets to people — and with that in mind, he can't even imagine that a rabbit is interwoven with calling for help. He reaches for his tea, brow still furrowed, sips, considers-]
How does such a thing work...?
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The last thing he needs is to overwhelm him, so he treads it like he does when someone's having problems in math: simple first, then build up. ]
Well, it's pretty much a normal bunny. For some reason, rabbits have a better time traveling between worlds. These ones can find whoever you want, and repeat a short sentence or phrase. Sort of like your Fluid, but, uh. Alive. You just tell them who to find, give them the message, set them down, and they hop to it. Literally.
Scared the shit out of me when I first got a message by bunny, I'm gonna be honest.
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Where I hail from, we use birds to deliver messages, sometimes. A rabbit between worlds is just... a more intricate version of it, is it not? [He frowns, moving to sip on his tea.] The... rabbit talks?
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I mean it, though. I know you might not trust me and that's--I'm not asking you to change your opinion. But if you're in a bind, I mean... you've seen it. I'm a Magician. I want to be there for you.
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But perhaps it will not always be that way. And perhaps it is a fear he can learn... to force himself to overcome. He's had to do it here before; he'll have to do it again. After a moment and a deep breath through his nose, he nods.]
... I'll remember.