[Demeisen looks human—mostly, even if in sort of a misshapen, alien way—but he isn’t one, and one of the salient ways this makes itself obvious is his reaction to appearing in Highstorm’s streets, barefoot and naked in the snow in sub-zero temperatures. That reaction being… no reaction. He looks exactly as he did among the roots of the Tree of Life, unbothered by concerns like cold or even modesty. Though his flesh looks real enough for one to quite reasonably expect it to pimple from the chill, his skin remains completely smooth.]
Quite.
[He turns to look at the cornerstone he’s appeared next to, observing first its own unique shape, and then the surroundings where they’ve found themselves. The lack of crowds is probably for the best, given that even Amos is skeptical of whether Demeisen should be walking around naked in this weather. Though maybe walking around naked at all is also an issue. He’s still trying to suss out the local feel.
After a moment of looking around, he nods.]
Quaint. Wasn’t expecting this. [He waggles his fingers in the directions of the twin moons and the shifted constellations.] We really are in a different place entirely.
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Quite.
[He turns to look at the cornerstone he’s appeared next to, observing first its own unique shape, and then the surroundings where they’ve found themselves. The lack of crowds is probably for the best, given that even Amos is skeptical of whether Demeisen should be walking around naked in this weather. Though maybe walking around naked at all is also an issue. He’s still trying to suss out the local feel.
After a moment of looking around, he nods.]
Quaint. Wasn’t expecting this. [He waggles his fingers in the directions of the twin moons and the shifted constellations.] We really are in a different place entirely.