Auryn shrugs in an easy that's-fair sort of movement. He might have
been looking for the Grimhilde place, but he likes that Les' idea of
solving boredom is wandering into a creepy chapel just about soaked with
power in the middle of the woods in pitch blackness.
His eyes light up, though, when Les not only catches the ball with a
tangible extension of powers, but the whole thing goes up into flames: it's
a twist of excitement to find someone who knows. "Apparently so," he says
with a raised eyebrow, and takes a step closer to reach for it when Les
flings it in his direction: he catches it, suspending the ball of flames
over both their heads and casting weird shadows over both of them.
"Since I've gotten to Siren Cove I've heard nothing but rumors about the
old witch families," he admits. "The Coombs curse, the Grimhildes trying to
take over. I wanted to see what the truth of it was." He looks around. "Not
at midnight, but I got off track, thanks to a bunch of ravens." He raises
an eyebrow and brings the fire back in, forms it into the shape of a flock
of birds and flies it over toward Les, circling in firey wingspans. "This
place --" He looks around. "It's dripping in energy. What is it?"
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Auryn shrugs in an easy that's-fair sort of movement. He might have been looking for the Grimhilde place, but he likes that Les' idea of solving boredom is wandering into a creepy chapel just about soaked with power in the middle of the woods in pitch blackness.
His eyes light up, though, when Les not only catches the ball with a tangible extension of powers, but the whole thing goes up into flames: it's a twist of excitement to find someone who knows. "Apparently so," he says with a raised eyebrow, and takes a step closer to reach for it when Les flings it in his direction: he catches it, suspending the ball of flames over both their heads and casting weird shadows over both of them.
"Since I've gotten to Siren Cove I've heard nothing but rumors about the old witch families," he admits. "The Coombs curse, the Grimhildes trying to take over. I wanted to see what the truth of it was." He looks around. "Not at midnight, but I got off track, thanks to a bunch of ravens." He raises an eyebrow and brings the fire back in, forms it into the shape of a flock of birds and flies it over toward Les, circling in firey wingspans. "This place --" He looks around. "It's dripping in energy. What is it?"