"You stay inside until the dawn breaks tomorrow, and then it will be safe for both of you to come and go as you please. I will be nearby, should you need me."
And without lingering any longer (he does not want the Darkness getting any closer to the house) he takes his leave; shutting the door behind him he mutters a ward that he has watched Kreyu do already many times before - and then allows his Light to freely FLOOD the space around the home and nearby area. This is a double attack - both on the disease which still lurks everywhere - and also an assault on the senses of the Dark, a distraction.
"You," Skellig growls roughly, grabbing hold of the Being (who is practically seething with his own rage because he WANTS THAT ENERGY and NEEDS THAT CHILD) by the back of the neck. "Are walking with me."
It is not a debate. Also, while he is tempted to simply launch himself skyward with the Being in tow, a nearby alcove in a dank and dark alley hidden from the sun will suffice to 'start' this conversation.
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Date: 2024-07-09 02:25 am (UTC)"You stay inside until the dawn breaks tomorrow, and then it will be safe for both of you to come and go as you please. I will be nearby, should you need me."
And without lingering any longer (he does not want the Darkness getting any closer to the house) he takes his leave; shutting the door behind him he mutters a ward that he has watched Kreyu do already many times before - and then allows his Light to freely FLOOD the space around the home and nearby area. This is a double attack - both on the disease which still lurks everywhere - and also an assault on the senses of the Dark, a distraction.
"You," Skellig growls roughly, grabbing hold of the Being (who is practically seething with his own rage because he WANTS THAT ENERGY and NEEDS THAT CHILD) by the back of the neck. "Are walking with me."
It is not a debate. Also, while he is tempted to simply launch himself skyward with the Being in tow, a nearby alcove in a dank and dark alley hidden from the sun will suffice to 'start' this conversation.