[ The flower maze is very relaxing. Or it would be, if, during his daily wanderings - does the maze change at all? - he hadn't semi-frequently been stopped in his tracks by feeling something familiar. It is the magical version of seeing something out of the corner of his eye - something or somebody he knows is in here, but Linhardt isn't entirely certain who it is. Or if it is really them, he reminds himself. Everything should be second guessed here.
First in his mind when Linhardt turns a corner and sees Dimitri is:]
I'm not imagining things.
[ Then the rest of his brain catches up to his questing brain and Linhardt realizes that is Dimitri. What should he do? Linhardt has no idea. So he stands there, completely mute, for several moments. When in doubt, doing nothing is always an option. Even if it results in a very, very awkward silence.
Especially when Dimitri's eyes -eye?- are narrowed like that and Dimitri doesn't need a weapon to be a threat. Staying out of reach is likely a wise idea, especially since Linhardt doesn't know if Dimitri has been informed that they have bigger, non-Fodlan problems to address here. Linhardt puts his hands up in a decidedly non-threatening gesture, though it means less from a mage than from a physical fighter.]
It is not mine. If I were hiding things, nobody would find them.
[ Being a healer, Linhardt's eyes naturally drift back to Dimitri's eye patch. ]
Flower Maze
First in his mind when Linhardt turns a corner and sees Dimitri is:]
I'm not imagining things.
[ Then the rest of his brain catches up to his questing brain and Linhardt realizes that is Dimitri. What should he do? Linhardt has no idea. So he stands there, completely mute, for several moments. When in doubt, doing nothing is always an option. Even if it results in a very, very awkward silence.
Especially when Dimitri's eyes -eye?- are narrowed like that and Dimitri doesn't need a weapon to be a threat. Staying out of reach is likely a wise idea, especially since Linhardt doesn't know if Dimitri has been informed that they have bigger, non-Fodlan problems to address here. Linhardt puts his hands up in a decidedly non-threatening gesture, though it means less from a mage than from a physical fighter.]
It is not mine. If I were hiding things, nobody would find them.
[ Being a healer, Linhardt's eyes naturally drift back to Dimitri's eye patch. ]
That's strange.