Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
He surveyed her mid-air strikes, the rendered performance of movement and motion, before snickering at her first response, not rising to her taunts. A shrug of his shoulders; he had nothing else to go off of with the Merfolk, but it’d been better than nothing at all – books about invocations in the Undercroft, unfortunately inaccessible to his reach. But the notions there curled and coiled, because of the struggles he, and several others had lately – taking a shot in the dark. “Anything about creation magic?”
Then back to his proclamations and knowledge. “There are also the pink dolphins, encantandos.” As for what they could do was likely anyone’s guess – not about to hasten some sort of revelation any further, especially when Amalia had recently acquired such a shift. “Otherwise, I only know of the L’ma,” but he had a feeling he might have seen her in that midst of chaos and contortions.
Then back to his proclamations and knowledge. “There are also the pink dolphins, encantandos.” As for what they could do was likely anyone’s guess – not about to hasten some sort of revelation any further, especially when Amalia had recently acquired such a shift. “Otherwise, I only know of the L’ma,” but he had a feeling he might have seen her in that midst of chaos and contortions.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
