I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Incantations interspersed, curling and contorting upon one another until the metal affixed to his goal. Straight-lined and adhered, the bottom paneling finally succumbed to his constant onslaught, permitting him to maneuver over to the hinges, scrutinizing those facets while the stranger seemed to come up with an answer.
It didn’t surprise him – for any facets of magic had been met with either the same noteworthy, eye-widening stances, hidden scrutiny, or unwinding contempt. Glancing back over his shoulder at her, his eyes narrowed speculatively once more; not a threatening gaze, but a purposeful, meticulous one, striving to pinpoint the true nature of the quiet response. Was her story similar to Evie’s, and many others, who were judged and scorned for being born with the enchantments in their veins? Or was it the simplicity of discontent? Head tilting, his deep rumble echoed again. “What is stopping you?”
It didn’t surprise him – for any facets of magic had been met with either the same noteworthy, eye-widening stances, hidden scrutiny, or unwinding contempt. Glancing back over his shoulder at her, his eyes narrowed speculatively once more; not a threatening gaze, but a purposeful, meticulous one, striving to pinpoint the true nature of the quiet response. Was her story similar to Evie’s, and many others, who were judged and scorned for being born with the enchantments in their veins? Or was it the simplicity of discontent? Head tilting, his deep rumble echoed again. “What is stopping you?”
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