RP w/ Rhogkun and Prim - Pockets

Amity walks back to her wagon, kicking a rock as she goes. What does he know, anyway. She opens the door - no one is inside- except for Prim, curled up into a tight blue pile in a blanket nest on the top of one of the bunk beds. She pulls herself up with ease and sits down next to him, petting him gently on the top of his head with just one finger.
 
“Hey. How you holding up?”

Prim shifts atop the pile of blankets, his head lifting on his sinuous neck to regard Amity with bleary eyes. He blinks lazily before lifting himself from the pile and stretching, his wings unfurled to their full width. After a moment, he returns to a sitting position and looks at Amity with half-lidded eyes.
 
“Yeah me too. Thanks for... looking out for me. You do a good job.” She tries to put on her best serious face. “Listen. Those things in the cave.... that was really scary right? I was thinking ... well I had an idea. Maybe... maybe it would be good if you could disappear and... reappear. You know?”

Prim's eyelids lower further and he lets out an angry-sounding snort. A feeling fills your mind that you can't quite place... a sweet-yet-rancid taste, like pudding gone bad. At Amity's suggestion, Prim's frills perk up a bit and he tilts his head to the side before scurrying under the pile of blankets, his tail whip-cracking behind him. After a moment, he lifts just his head from the blankets to stare at Amity before quickly lowering it back down beneath the piles of fabric.

Amity frowns. “No, this is serious. Didn’t you see the thing with all the legs?”

Prim pokes his head back out from the blankets wearing his familiar angry expression. He stares at Amity for a long moment before slooowly lowering his head back down beneath the blankets while maintaining eye contact.

“Well if you don’t think you can I just ... well I mean even regular boring familiars like Rhogkun’s cat can do it.” She holds out her hand as an offer for him to come with her.

There is a moment where nothing happens after Amity finishes speaking, then a slight shifting of the fabrics before Prim slinks out from the bottom of the pile. He stares up at her for a moment with a tired expression before sullenly flopping down next to her.
 
Amity drops her hand to her lap. Sure, okay. Close enough. She hops down to the floor, and looks up at him, “Watch.”
 
And she takes a couple steps to the door, closes it carefully, and then peers through the small glass window set into it, checking the view outside. She turns back to Prim, raising a finger meaningfully.
 
Then she turns back to the door and Misty Steps to the other side. Now Prim can see the top half of her face gazing encouragingly at him from the other side.

Prim watches Amity's performance through grumpy eyes, having seen her cast Misty Step several times already. He stares for a moment, Amity's face beaming from the other side of the small window. Time seems to drag on for a few dozen seconds before Prim's eyes quirk a bit and he waddles back into the pile of blankets and disappears under the fabrics.

Amity presses her nose up against the glass and thinks COME HERE at Prim with all the frustration she can muster.

Amity sees the unmoving pile of blankets and white puffs of condensation on the glass.

She glares at the pile of blankets. Then she turns around, leans against the door, and slides down into a crouch.
 
It’s time for a pout.

While looking through the glass, you saw Prim crawl into the pile of blankets. As you stared in frustration for a few moments, you think you see the pile.... deflate somewhat.

Amity reconsiders her observations, and goes inside to look for Prim.
 
Looking about the cabin, Amity finds no sign of Prim. Tossing the blankets aside uncovers only the bare cot and looking under said cot reveals only dust bunnies.
 
Amity is not worried. Everything is fine. She leaves the wagon and goes looking for some minor assistance, that’s all. When she sees the person she’s looking for, she says, a little too loud:
 
“RHOGKUN. I made Prim disappear how do I get him back????”
 
Rhogkun looks up with a start for his spellbook, deciphering age old Goliath runes into what might be... a slowing spell?... and narrows his eyes at toward Amity. " Hello. Usually we say hello first before anything else. You do well most of the time, but sometimes, you forget this custom. Nice to see you today, Amity." Rhogkun looks at her a little smugly, a thin smile on his lips. He's not as worried about this as she is.

Amity squints one eye at him in rather complete annoyance, before rocking back on her heels and pressing one hand to her chest, saying, "Oh gosh, I'm super sorry. How are your spells coming today, Rhogkun? Is everything well with you? Oh but by the way," and she drops her shoulders, "this is really important!!"

Rhogkun quirks his head back as if struck, having never seen Amity like this. Staring at her for a pause, he suppresses a chuckle - she's so small, like a goliath child, perhaps even smaller. "So. You've sent Prim away, is that it? And you don't know how to get the familiar back?"

She crosses her arms, but knows she's getting somewhere. "Yeah. Where... did he go?"

Rhogkun closes the spellbook slowly, the heavy stone slabs still making an audible thunk even when shut with care. Standing, he runs a hand back through his hair, absent mindedly flattening a wild patch on the top as he speaks. "Well, that's a very big question, and a different one then your first." He squints, thinking it through as he speaks. "They're not real animals, that I summon. They are spirits from other planes of existence that take the form of the animal I wish the enlist in my service. But..." He trails off, dropping his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "I don't know how, Amity, but I feel as if your familiar is different than those I summon."
He continues, half to himself. "I don't understand how you could summon a familiar without willfully casting the spell, honestly. It's a different sort of application of magic than I know. Is Prim a real pseudodragon? Or a spirit in the form of one? Where does Prim come from?" He looks at Amity, having entirely forgotten what she originally came to him for.

She tries to remember. "Um. Well he doesn't talk in words, right? He said he used to be part of something, where he was never alone. Just kinda... drifting along, and being happy. And then he sent me sparks and light. And then a feeling like I wrecked everything for him."
"I didn't really get it."

"Sparks and light...?" Rhogkun is equally confused.

"I don't think he's been around for very long. When I first got him everything made him jumpy. And he likes to just look at stuff. But I dunno where he was before. Couldn't that be another plane though, his happy place?"

"I suppose, yes." Rhogkun twists a mustache. "There are many planes, maybe more than we'll ever know. Even more with small pockets for small creatures to live... oh!" His eyes widen. "I completely forgot. That is likely where he is." He wiggles his hand in his pocket. "Just a small pocket dimension connected to our plane. You just likely sent him back there, whether you meant to or not."

Amity blinks, "Oh! Is it okay there? It's not gonna hurt him? How do I make him come back?"

"I assume it's okay there." Rhogkun shrugs. "I don't really know. I doubt it's... bad." He stares off, thinking. "Whatever the case, you can call him back." He pulls his pocket inside out, a few loose coin clattering to the ground. He looks down at the coins, and up a Amity, proud of himself and maybe a little smug. "All you have to do is turn the pocket inside out."
 
"Turn the pocket inside out...." she mumbles to herself, sitting on the ground. She stares, thoughtfully, at seemingly nothing, and tries to mentally pull Prim to her now, in the same way she accidentally pulled him away in the first place.
 
As she concentrates, in a lower tone, Rhogkun half speaks, half whispers. "If you can't, you may have sent him away for good..."
Rhogkun coughs awkwardly.

Amity looks up at him, apalled, "...That's not helpful!"

Rhogkun flushes and waves his hands excitedly. "I am sorry! I simply didn't want to mislead you! We can dismiss familars permenantly. But I, uh, I don't know how you would! You don't even really know how you summoned him!!"

 
"Aaaahhh!" Amity flattens her hands on her lap, willing herself not to worry. "It's... it's fine. I'm sure it will be fine. How hard can it be if I got him here by accident." She blows out a breath and furrows her brow and starts thinking magic thoughts again.

In a low half whisper again, Rhogkun says to himself, "I hope he hasn't been permenantly dismissed... if so, it's very likely she may never see him again...."

 
Amity says nothing, squeezing her eyes into tiny slits.

Amity pushes the welling feeling of panic away for a moment as she concentrates. For a moment or two, nothing seems to happen... but then there is a subtle shifting in the weight of her backpack and she feels the familiar sensation of Prim's wings flopping over her shoulders as he pops out of the top.

“Prim!!!”
Amity gently pulls him down into her lap so she can get a good look at him.

He wriggles a bit in a futile and half-hearted attempt to escape. He sits dumpily on her lap and stares up at her with half-lidded eyes before looking to Rhogkun and heaving a small sigh.

Rhogkun sighs in relief. "Haha! I knew you could do it!" The unease on his face clearly states that he, in fact, wasn't sure.

Prim sighs again.

Amity looks up at Rhogkun, “thanks.”

Rhogkun makes a face of concern, his eyebrows furrowed. "I shouldn't have made jokes, I am sorry Amity. I'm glad you have Prim back." He looks at the small creature with some appreciation. "I know he is important to you."

Prim does a blep.
 
Amity points at Prim, gently. “You are.”

Rhogkun feels slightly uncomfortable at their heartfelt moment, and suddenly looks up at something in the sky and shuffles his feet.
 
Prim again makes a token attempt at struggling before relenting and settling into her lap. If he has to be here he will at least be comfortable.
 
Amity looks at him, “was the pocket place okay?”

Prim blinks slowly before tilting his head. He stares with his milky eyes and then crawls over her shoulder, feet scrabbling every which way, and back into her backpack. Amity feels the pack rustling around as Prim reorients himself before popping his head back out of the top.

“Um, okay.” She stands up and dusts herself off. “I guess we’re done. I’m gonna go see if Ample Harvest has anything cooking right now. Bye Rhogkun!”
 
And she trots off.

Rhogkun waves in her general direction as her back is turned, like a parent waving goodbye to their child at school - melancholic and hopeful simultaneously.