[And there's that strange feeling again. Darkleer pauses in his own descent, bowkind held awkwardly in his hands before he puts it away.]
[He doesn't understand this. Any of this. But then, what else is new with the recent turns his life has taken?]
[The landing is a bit rough, shaking the ground to a degree before he straightens up. His hand goes up, brushing against the side of his head before he reaches into his sylladex and pulls out a thermos. Without saying much else, he holds it out to Summoner.]
action;
[He doesn't understand this. Any of this. But then, what else is new with the recent turns his life has taken?]
[The landing is a bit rough, shaking the ground to a degree before he straightens up. His hand goes up, brushing against the side of his head before he reaches into his sylladex and pulls out a thermos. Without saying much else, he holds it out to Summoner.]