[He has to wonder at it, vaguely. If this is a strange and oddly protracted dream, more vivid than it ought to be...what does it say about his imagination, that witch is the preferred term, here? Old wounds ache, but they don't re-open. He and Asra, the worst of their differences; both of them have moved past them.
Slow and steady, his oar dips into the water as they traverse the wide, damp cavern. The soft blue of their subterranean illumination; it casts strange shadows over the sharp angles of his face. Makes something deeper of the vague concern he wears there.]
They don't prefer some other term? Magicians, perhaps? Although, come to think of it...Monsters. Seems rather on the nose, doesn't it. A bit a er, a bit cruel.
[She doesn't look monstrous, not to him. As for himself; it's this may not be the form he prefers, but he thought his gleaming black wings rather striking.]
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[He has to wonder at it, vaguely. If this is a strange and oddly protracted dream, more vivid than it ought to be...what does it say about his imagination, that witch is the preferred term, here? Old wounds ache, but they don't re-open. He and Asra, the worst of their differences; both of them have moved past them.
Slow and steady, his oar dips into the water as they traverse the wide, damp cavern. The soft blue of their subterranean illumination; it casts strange shadows over the sharp angles of his face. Makes something deeper of the vague concern he wears there.]
They don't prefer some other term? Magicians, perhaps? Although, come to think of it...Monsters. Seems rather on the nose, doesn't it. A bit a er, a bit cruel.
[She doesn't look monstrous, not to him. As for himself; it's this may not be the form he prefers, but he thought his gleaming black wings rather striking.]