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[beshackled]

This is Erichthonios. Apologies for not being available at the moment. Pray leave a message, and I shall respond to your communication as soon as I receive it.

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[beshackled]

My first impression was... different.

[Aside from finding himself in the inside of a grain silo, of all things, his experience had been... slightly on the surreal side.]

Though the size of the buildings are in proportion to our current stature, I could not... and still cannot shake the feeling that I have been shrunk. By a significant degree.

'Tis as though I have been rendered small and placed within a doll's house.

[baldrshand]

...Shrunk? [Ethlyn wonders what he could mean by that. She arrived here shocked to be alive, without even a trace of the wound that killed her, but she still felt all 5'3" inches of herself.] How tall do you think you should be?

[He seems tall to her! But maybe she's just viewing that from, you know, 5'3".]

[beshackled]

[At a hair short of 6', Erichthonios is still around a full head taller than Ethlyn.]

...If I were to guess, I would say... roughly thrice the height I am now? I was a young child when the ground was last so close...

[A very young child. And unlike his brethren here, Erichthonios does not have any experiences of being more modern-sized just yet. He's gotten used to it with time, but there is still a surreal quality to it all.]