Hopefully his bag of belongings would be moved into whatever accommodations Thrawn had prepared. Astarion would have carried it with him himself, but given his current predicament, the only carry-on luggage he could bring was humiliation at his magic going haywire.
He thought he knew how Gale and Wyll must have felt now, after the tadpole had essentially scrambled all their abilities.
Settling into Thrawn's sleeve, he stayed quiet as they were on the move, letting out a few more indignant clicks and squeaks as Thrawn peeked into his sleeve to look at him. He sure hoped so too.
Astarion settled once more, listening in on Thrawn's conversation with the human with the curious twang to his accent. When Thrawn reached into his sleeve though, he began squeaking again- trying to cling to the fabric as he was pulled out. He was still squeaking as he was handed over and Thrawn moved to leave, looking after the man and then looking to Eli, before flopping over on his palm in a way that almost resembled giving up.
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He thought he knew how Gale and Wyll must have felt now, after the tadpole had essentially scrambled all their abilities.
Settling into Thrawn's sleeve, he stayed quiet as they were on the move, letting out a few more indignant clicks and squeaks as Thrawn peeked into his sleeve to look at him. He sure hoped so too.
Astarion settled once more, listening in on Thrawn's conversation with the human with the curious twang to his accent. When Thrawn reached into his sleeve though, he began squeaking again- trying to cling to the fabric as he was pulled out. He was still squeaking as he was handed over and Thrawn moved to leave, looking after the man and then looking to Eli, before flopping over on his palm in a way that almost resembled giving up.