As the questions pile up Jon must be dying to ask them, but now isn't the time. Maybe that's why Murmur drops the hints when he does, when it would be lease convenient to start the conversation. Then again it's just as likely not a plan and merely him slipping bits of information that aren't strictly classified as he grows more accustomed to being "out" as an angel.
Is it working? The charm? He's trying very hard, but he's still not quite sure he has it down. Jon's response is encouraging, once he works his way through understanding what Murmur's offering him. While highly intelligent, it did seem to occasionally take Jon a few moments to understand subtleties. Honestly it was quite endearing, his bumbling.
Murmur doesn't bother affirming the obvious beyond letting out a small chuckle at Jon's antics and continuing to hold out his hand. That mental note earned something of a flood of warmth and joy from the angel, having no sufficient words to properly express just how much that sentiment truly meant to him. When Jon did finally take his hand he only whispered: "Just close your eyes." Again, and once he did so...
It happened quickly. No, quick wasn't enough to properly describe how fast an angel with a purpose could move. Barely a jostle, a rustle of wind and feather before Jon was being gently set down in much deeper snow, though the beat of the angel's wings had cleared some of it away. Speaking of wings, Murmur's wings were massive. It was difficult to get a good sense of scale within Navi's enclosed halls because Murmur simply couldn't spread them properly. They were easily twenty feet, likely more, from tip to tip of feather, though elegantly narrow like those of a seabird. Out here, in this dim ethereal light they seemed to glitter as if covered in a fine layer of frost.
Speaking of light, the sky where they had come to rest was alive with brilliant shifting colors, near a lake surrounded by trees heavily laden with snow.
"We're here." He offered needlessly, just in case Jon were still keeping his eyes closed thinking he had to. Murmur didn't quite release him just yet, not until he was sure Jon was steady on his feet given the sudden location change.
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Is it working? The charm? He's trying very hard, but he's still not quite sure he has it down. Jon's response is encouraging, once he works his way through understanding what Murmur's offering him. While highly intelligent, it did seem to occasionally take Jon a few moments to understand subtleties. Honestly it was quite endearing, his bumbling.
Murmur doesn't bother affirming the obvious beyond letting out a small chuckle at Jon's antics and continuing to hold out his hand. That mental note earned something of a flood of warmth and joy from the angel, having no sufficient words to properly express just how much that sentiment truly meant to him. When Jon did finally take his hand he only whispered: "Just close your eyes." Again, and once he did so...
It happened quickly. No, quick wasn't enough to properly describe how fast an angel with a purpose could move. Barely a jostle, a rustle of wind and feather before Jon was being gently set down in much deeper snow, though the beat of the angel's wings had cleared some of it away. Speaking of wings, Murmur's wings were massive. It was difficult to get a good sense of scale within Navi's enclosed halls because Murmur simply couldn't spread them properly. They were easily twenty feet, likely more, from tip to tip of feather, though elegantly narrow like those of a seabird. Out here, in this dim ethereal light they seemed to glitter as if covered in a fine layer of frost.
Speaking of light, the sky where they had come to rest was alive with brilliant shifting colors, near a lake surrounded by trees heavily laden with snow.
"We're here." He offered needlessly, just in case Jon were still keeping his eyes closed thinking he had to. Murmur didn't quite release him just yet, not until he was sure Jon was steady on his feet given the sudden location change.