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[color=#E65836][b]KASPAR ELSTRØM VON WENTOFT[/b][/color]

[color=#E65836][[/color] Mandelein [color=#E65836]][/color] | [color=#E65836][[/color] Interactions [color=#E65836]][/color]
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Kaspar remained calm despite Baudile’s panic. He knew what to expect if the church caught wind—had years of false-memories to rely on for that much, though it certainly didn’t take Dami’s gift to [i]know[/i]—but [i]someone[/i] had to maintain composure. 

And it was always him. A pit he’d dug himself into, really. Stoic even when the life of his sister (should she still live) was on the line. He’d leave only viscera left of any church agent who dared touch Lyra, and he’d do it… Expressionless. So he gave the same guarded face even as his mind began turning over a plan to protect Mandelein that didn’t include declaring a holy war on the church itself. 

Thus he remained silent through Denis’s appearance, even through the curiosity over the froabas, right up until—[color=#E65836]“Verdammtes erdbeben? (Fucking earthquake?)”[/color] the boy protested in his native Kerremand.

(And he’d need to get a grip on that, this place was slipping him up)

A… Giant dragon? Kaspar couldn’t even get a full view of it, mind barely processing the words that seemed to be emerging from its general direction, just… Free barbecue sauce? Well, there was still [i]one[/i] thing this town couldn’t surprise him with. 

Just the one, though. 

He stared, nearly uncomprehending at the… Wyrm? Something akin to a Royal Sand Wyrm. Colored like it, at least. And of a vaguely similar shape. [color=#E65836][i]Yes. Focus on the inane details. That’ll crack the illusion. Or the hallucination. Whichever this is.[/i][/color]

Baudile was speaking now, and… [i]Oh[/i]. Not a hallucination, at least. Kaspar supposed he [i]should[/i] be listening, learning what this image’s purpose was, but… Concentrating was difficult. He was mostly used to large wyrms not talking and trying to eat him. 

And now… [i]Juan[/i], had he said? Was bringing himself more face-to-face with Kaspar and his classmates. He’d met one of the most powerful beings in their known world and handled staring into her eyes better than he was handling this, for—Well, for Dami’s sake! Perhaps it was the several near-deaths, the entire bizarre scenario, the potential that he’d lost his biological family, or the lingering experience of having [i]brought someone back to life[/i] that had so robbed him of his faculties, but Kaspar had to swallow the urge to laugh hysterically. 

He’d already chosen to spare them, and he knew what would happen if they remained here. Still half-convinced he could hide Lyra himself (though how he would help her was another matter entirely), the noble didn’t [i]need[/i] these people to be saved. But there was still so much he’d have to figure out, and…

And she’d be safer with those who shared her condition, and those who had practice in aiding wildbloods. 

Mind still spinning with all that had happened, Kaspar defaulted to the only question he could think to ask. His voice sounded unusually small, more reflecting the teenager he still was than the heartless bastard he often pretended to be. 

[color=#E65836]“Will... Will they be hidden from us, too?”[/color]
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