Recollections in writing, then, were all either man had to go on. Still... "The pictures I found were well-drawn," the mermanta said slowly, turning the memory of his night in the Collegium over in his mind. "I think I will recognize one, if we find them." It was, at least, their best hope.
He submerged himself for a moment in the cool waters of the Symphony, rising once more to continue their conversation, though he began to swim slowly alongside the shore, emerald eyes searching the area around the Mathair for a hint of scarlet and gold. The raccoon drew his eyes briefly, but upon seeing no sign of the Void upon it he returned his gaze to the ground around them. "Have you heard news from King's End yet? And the effects of the Refuge on this Dahlia?"
He submerged himself for a moment in the cool waters of the Symphony, rising once more to continue their conversation, though he began to swim slowly alongside the shore, emerald eyes searching the area around the Mathair for a hint of scarlet and gold. The raccoon drew his eyes briefly, but upon seeing no sign of the Void upon it he returned his gaze to the ground around them. "Have you heard news from King's End yet? And the effects of the Refuge on this Dahlia?"
