RD6, Orb

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot fumbles with the orb, apparently not realizing that it's already recording.]

So, magic. Really? After living my whole life believing that magic, and fairy tales, and Peter Pan are just stories, I manage to come across the one real spell in my... Well, my world. Unless I'm really dreaming.

[He pinched himself. And winced.]

Nope. Not dreaming.

[He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.]

And if that weren't enough, I feel like I belong here. Which is just plain weird, man. I don't do this inexplicable stuff. It normally makes my skin crawl. And I don't normally like being abruptly taken from my team and wherever I'm currently calling home. But this time, it feels right. I mean, I miss my team. I wish they were here. But I'm not fighting to get home like I should be. And what's more, that doesn't bother me as much as it should.

[He sighs and looks around the room, his gaze resting lovingly on his new sword. He grins.]

Course, the sword might help with that. I haven't seen one this nice since Edinburgh.