There is a long pause as Wolfgang appears to be looking intently at something that isn't visible, listening to something that isn't audible. He's consulting his Avatar, remembering this time that speaking out loud to something no one else can see or hear makes him look super fucking crazy and keeping it in his head.
Ten years ago, he would have known, would have been able to take the manticore back safely where it belonged. But that power is out of his reach anymore for reasons he's unsure of and when he asks his Avatar, all he gets from it is its typical vague, nearly-delirious confusion.
He is afraid to push too hard. He doesn't know if trying to make it remember things is only going to warp it further.
His head finally moves back. "I don't know... the temples might, yes. I don't -- Shada, probably. Maybe Haneul." The Dreaming is not the Middle Umbra but it's sort of the same idea, and he's not sure which of them has more influence over the spirit world, or if there's any understanding of the spirit world as he knows it, here -- but this thing came from somewhere accessible to Baedal, so someone has to know something.
But returning one lost creature back to the realm it belongs in is likely very low on their list of priorities. They're just going to have to hope the manticore holds up until someone can spare the time.
He eyes the manticore as it imitates Shrieky's movements, straightening up with him, its tail raised high above itself. Wolfgang knows fuck-all about cat body language, but that seems good.
"Let's... try Mog Hill. I am not sure anyone will have time for it until... whatever this is is over." And if it attacks anyone else while there, he is reasonably confident he can put it down before it hurts anyone.
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Ten years ago, he would have known, would have been able to take the manticore back safely where it belonged. But that power is out of his reach anymore for reasons he's unsure of and when he asks his Avatar, all he gets from it is its typical vague, nearly-delirious confusion.
He is afraid to push too hard. He doesn't know if trying to make it remember things is only going to warp it further.
His head finally moves back. "I don't know... the temples might, yes. I don't -- Shada, probably. Maybe Haneul." The Dreaming is not the Middle Umbra but it's sort of the same idea, and he's not sure which of them has more influence over the spirit world, or if there's any understanding of the spirit world as he knows it, here -- but this thing came from somewhere accessible to Baedal, so someone has to know something.
But returning one lost creature back to the realm it belongs in is likely very low on their list of priorities. They're just going to have to hope the manticore holds up until someone can spare the time.
He eyes the manticore as it imitates Shrieky's movements, straightening up with him, its tail raised high above itself. Wolfgang knows fuck-all about cat body language, but that seems good.
"Let's... try Mog Hill. I am not sure anyone will have time for it until... whatever this is is over." And if it attacks anyone else while there, he is reasonably confident he can put it down before it hurts anyone.
Reasonably.