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мαуα ([personal profile] phaselocknroll) wrote 2014-10-02 08:31 am (UTC)

[ She feels his grip on her arm, and for a moment she just stares at him, trying to piece together what in the hell he thinks he's doing.

Then she catches a glimpse of his knife as he draws it, and something in her chest twists when she realizes he's protecting her.

She has not time to ponder why he would do that, or why it makes her feel the way it does, because the wind dies down as suddenly as it started. It was as much a tactic to disorient them as it was to clear the streets, because the townsfolk have fled indoors and out of the way. Lightning crackles on the wizard's fingertips as he regards Peter from beneath his hood. ]


Just what do you think you're doing?

[ Maya realizes with a start that she knows that voice, even if it has aged twenty-seven years. Mordo.

Sophis' little brother. ]

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