“ —— well now, that is a pretty and familiar face in the rough, ” he notes gingerly, catching sight of medea between fault lines and upturned concrete; more akin to a dark flower in bloom, than a diamond. merlin slows down into a walk, ultimately stopping just a short distance away from the other; as always, appearing like a refreshing breeze. the damage of the cotes ward made traveling full of detours and hurdles, but the next exposed wiring was several blocks away and he’d hate to miss it. yet, facing her here and now, it could not be helped but to wonder, where did she stand in all of this ?
“ have you lost your way, dear caster ? you should take care not to linger too long. who knows what forces might crawl out from the wreckage. ” // @colchiste —— EVENT SC.
