Viatorus is... reasonably sure that's meant to be a joke of somesort, but he's left baffled as he tries to work it out. Is the notion of evil so ridiculous it's inherently funny? Or is it because it's laughable that anyone here would actually start a fight? It leaves Runa free to lead him up to the ride to get strapped in.
Unexpectedly, Harrowheart's answer to Isidor's question removes the smirk from her face. The thought of Harrowheart-vomit had never crossed her mind until exactly this moment. Her nervous laughter comes at a bit of a delay. "Yes, we... we don't have a spell for that..."
"Come on, you two!" Runa calls, already having paid for their tickets and gotten set up. Beside her Viatorus tugs at his fastenings, clearly dubious of their reliability.
Isidor pats Harrowheart's shoulder reassuringly and then takes her seat next to Runa. There is a short wait while other people get onto the ride, but soon enough the machine starts humming and shifting in preparation. At first it's a gentle spin that gradually speeds up until it's harder to notice as they start lifting up one side, only to go swinging to the other, around until they pause at the top, then swing back down in slow, giant movements. It takes nothing at all for Runa to squeal excitedly, raising her voice just for the joy of it. Viatorus' screams are not quite for the same reason. Initially, at least, but there's the occasional laugh in there too. Isidor, on the other hand, tries her best not to let her nerves get the better of her, but as soon as they start to drop again she's joining into the shrieking as she feels her stomach drop.
That's going to have to be the name of an appropriate icon
Unexpectedly, Harrowheart's answer to Isidor's question removes the smirk from her face. The thought of Harrowheart-vomit had never crossed her mind until exactly this moment. Her nervous laughter comes at a bit of a delay. "Yes, we... we don't have a spell for that..."
"Come on, you two!" Runa calls, already having paid for their tickets and gotten set up. Beside her Viatorus tugs at his fastenings, clearly dubious of their reliability.
Isidor pats Harrowheart's shoulder reassuringly and then takes her seat next to Runa. There is a short wait while other people get onto the ride, but soon enough the machine starts humming and shifting in preparation. At first it's a gentle spin that gradually speeds up until it's harder to notice as they start lifting up one side, only to go swinging to the other, around until they pause at the top, then swing back down in slow, giant movements. It takes nothing at all for Runa to squeal excitedly, raising her voice just for the joy of it. Viatorus' screams are not quite for the same reason. Initially, at least, but there's the occasional laugh in there too. Isidor, on the other hand, tries her best not to let her nerves get the better of her, but as soon as they start to drop again she's joining into the shrieking as she feels her stomach drop.