[ The leaves soon still, and though Gaelio stares after it, the boar does not return. He should, then, resume the walk, but he delays. Not yet aware of the witness, but attempting to make sense of how firm the ground had felt on impact. A moment to brush the straggling leaves from his coat and note the dirt on white coated knees and elbows. While brushing at the last of it, a voice.
Gaelio does not jump, but he does lift his head sharply, turning more chin than shoulder. He looks the young man over, gauging. Should, would a dream feel like this, feature someone like this -- he does know better.
Recalibrate the approach, then, beginning with the casual friendliness at hand. He shifts, pivoting with a clip of his heel, to better face him. ]
Mm. I may need to abandon that theory. If so, I must be.
[ The hypothesis of a dream. Without it, he must be "new." The way it was asked was suggestive, leading to the obvious question. ]
❤!!!!
Gaelio does not jump, but he does lift his head sharply, turning more chin than shoulder. He looks the young man over, gauging. Should, would a dream feel like this, feature someone like this -- he does know better.
Recalibrate the approach, then, beginning with the casual friendliness at hand. He shifts, pivoting with a clip of his heel, to better face him. ]
Mm. I may need to abandon that theory. If so, I must be.
[ The hypothesis of a dream. Without it, he must be "new." The way it was asked was suggestive, leading to the obvious question. ]
Have you met others, too?