"Not at all," Ajax replies. "Though we were about to have dinner in our rooms, if you'd care to join us? I'm sure your journey has been a long one."
When Ajax clasps his forearm in greeting Skellig can feel the echo of wounds healed by magic, wounds that must have happened sometime today by the feel of things. Unnatural terror, a panicking horse, not being able to get off in time, trapped and crushed beneath it as it fell.
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Date: 2024-12-21 02:48 pm (UTC)When Ajax clasps his forearm in greeting Skellig can feel the echo of wounds healed by magic, wounds that must have happened sometime today by the feel of things. Unnatural terror, a panicking horse, not being able to get off in time, trapped and crushed beneath it as it fell.