05-08-2011, 07:47 PM
Some of his curiosity was relieved when she gave her name, now he had a name to go along with her face. Kry had nodded slightly when she spoke, though he took time in answering her question. Choosing his words, or rather, the way he would phrase them carefully.
"The storm led me to you. You smell of old magic." Now his look was a cautious one. Old magic could be so very dangerous. His own magic could be very dangerous, true, but old magic was something he hadn't seen or felt for many, many years. "Tell me about last night's ritual." It wasn't a question, nor was it really a demand. If she refused he might not press the matter. He was simply curious.
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