"He is," Skellig agrees, nodding as Koschei retreats and disappears - relief also entering his system now that the overwhelming sense of rage and anger has begun to dissipate from the room. There will still be hints of those echoes that remain, but they were so very, very brief...that in the overall aura that surrounds the Procession, they are nothing more than a fragment that can be swept away.
He rolls his neck and stretches his shoulders out a little bit - his wings are still concealed and he would not show them yet, but he was ready if needed to do so and that has them 'itchy', in a sense.
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Date: 2024-12-30 01:40 am (UTC)He rolls his neck and stretches his shoulders out a little bit - his wings are still concealed and he would not show them yet, but he was ready if needed to do so and that has them 'itchy', in a sense.