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Miniver Cheevy (miniver) wrote in utr_logs,

He follows Liam with unsure feet -- he has never been known for natural grace, a stumbling, bumbling little person. It's a little worse with how distracted he is by everything. As soon as the scent of the place hits him, he knows it's different. He can feel the air change.

He tumbles into Liam a bit as they hop down the drop, but at the sight of the elf, he's rendered speechless. He's seen elves before. He's met Puck himself, been mothered by a high elven queen of Valinor, met sprites and fay-folk and a leprechaun once, but that was far away and long ago in a place he has not seen in a long, long time, where ghosts were as real and solid as he was, and the end of the world was a regular and unremarkable occurrance.

Now, for some reason, there is something far more real about it. This is HIS world, and exists in a reality far more unstable and vivid than the Bar once had. This is magic that comes to him in a truly unusual environment. He is struck by the reality of it in a deeper way than he's really believed in anything for a long time. And as the awareness blossoms into their more distant surroundings -- into the light, the scent, the creatures all around -- he pounces Liam in a tight hug and just clings to him for a few seconds.

Because this is real.