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[beavthemerlin]

An Anomaly's Journey

Aka Magister Beahreth's whole deal... or something. Beware: Heavy Yapping and a lot of fourth wall breaking and maybe a tad bit of Mary Sue'ing depending on how you see this.

Beahreth's gist and character is based around the fact that you can see and interact sometimes with other "Merlins" in game, which i always found funny because, are we all solving the same puzzles? Saving the same persons?.

So here comes the timelines and dimensions theory and all that shabonk that i have no brain to explain properly so i say: Magic. Every magister relives the journey in their own timeline, but every incarnation is wildly different from eachother, and the most powerful ones end up breaking the lines between a timeline and the other, conciously or otherwise.

Where do they all blur together? In Beahreth's... much to her dismay.

"Canonically", as in, what i'm making of her story, the "seeing other players" ingame translates to "Ghost sightings" to her. She sees them, every now and then, running around doing errands she's about to do, living events she's about to live (Oh man did she have fun trying to figure out why one of them was kneeling on the floor and desperatly casting a healing spell at the Lunaris altar...). The joke here is that she wasn't suposed to be a Merlin, she's a good ol' npc in every other Timeline happily living in Cedartown (ngl i added this part recently). Think of a Miles Morales kind of situation and though i'm still thinking of how the glitch came to be, she's an anomaly, the weakest Merlin and the one to sort of connect the rest.... she's not happy about this.

She had a life of her own, of course, which doesn't stray much from the canon except from the part that she sort of accidentaly helped Cyran take part in the Second Divine war, here's how that goes: Serene Lyceum, right? She goes there, graduates, and starts teaching there as a cold and ruthless professor, holding up the mantle of "Merlin" quite well. She is the one to introduce "commoners" back into magic teachings with Mirael, this young pyromancer from Ryeham she grabbed into her tutelage. Following not too far behind (and not too happy with the idea of non-nobles being taught) is her academic rival and fellow professor, Cyran, who she has no particular feelings for besides maybe a camaraderie of sorts. This changes a little when the man starts researching about The Great Will (secretly because he felt unfair that she was "blessed" by Dura, giving her a natural advantage), and bitting down his pride, asks "Merlin" for assistance. Bea accepts, because for once, she's not seeing any "Ghosts" taking this path... though Lyceum Era Bea wasn't quite aware of who those ghosts were yet.

This goes wrong, obviously (And i'll figure this part out once they give us info about this war but at least for now:) Cyran harnesses power in a gem that's now attached to his staff, and strikes a deal with the "Great Will", at the cost of hurting "Merlin" in the process. She leaves the Lyceum, weakened, and slowly losing her mind while Cyran uses his strings and newfound power to do whatever the hell he did to end up as Royal Court Mage. Bea uses what little power she has left helping around in the war taking up various disguises, losing sight of Mirael but meeting Hogan in the process, up until... poof , memories gone. And starts as a blank slate.

Her deep hatred towards Cyran and his betrayal is one of the few things that remained, but she's escencially a whole new person at the moment Starter Story starts. Giving her little brain space to focus on what the hell those ghosts she sees are.

Did Dura orquestrate all the events? Or was helping Cyran the glitch that triggered the anomaly? Who knows, now she's stuck knowing she's not the only one going through this. And whether other Merlins know or not, it doesn't matter, she'll see them anyways.

Some Funky Fun facts! :

She looks a tad younger than she looked back at the Lyceum, this because starting over as a clueless blank sheet rather than an experienced mage. Someone told me about the theory of life stages but i can't remember the name right now- She also starts a lot more cheerful and lets say, oblivious. Her personality changes and matures quickly from Song of Strife to Chains of Eternity, where it does a flip after encountering Cyran.

And BOY did she change in Echoes of Dissent...

Her go-to outfit is the Snow Hunter one, she feels some strange familiarity in it, and it's also cozy (Two reasons: 1) i started the game during CoE and 2) Her being originally an npc from whiteridge)

She usually sees the "ghosts" in the corner of her eye, but if she catches a good glimpse of them some funny things happen: - Her eyes turn into the "Merlin" symbol for a moment (yanno, the one when you click around) and her head hurts a little depending on how powerful the Merlin is, or well, how strong is their rapture in time.

Her magic is blue with some hints of the usual warm, Dura-given gold. It's also colder, weaker, but there's a hint of the distinct merlin warmth somewhere.

Her name is honestly a mouthful and people opt for nicknames instead, "Snowflake" for example by certain fire witch.

She's usually very cynical, enjoys annoying others, but overtime this behavior settles down as the journey grows serious... she'll still throw a jab or two at you though.

Despite her attitude, she's good with kids and enjoys teaching. A bit from her past that stuck.

This part im still working out but the funny paint on her whole self is suposed to represent the different factions Merlin "serves and protects": Warpaint on her face represents maulers, Sylvan marks on her arms is Wilders, i'm still thinking about Lightbearers and the "plot twist" of graveborns that yes, are also under Merlin's protection.

There's an inside joke going on of her being at a perpetual 15% of magic battery, but let's say that by the time EoD comes around she's trained enough to be at... 45% ish?

TLDR; Bea's whole deal started as an excuse to have her canonically annoy other merlins and turned into religious trauma existencial dread with a hint of betrayal here and there, she's fine tho.

[bunnybird-afk]

I guess it's my turn to do the ritual...

MANIFESTING PLAYABLE HOGAN IN CROWN OF ASHES!!

[magister-verdant]

// @beavthemerlin continuing from here //

Transcription:

she did██ mean it that way

I'm hurting ███

she does██ bring fire

fire fire fire Shh!

The dark seems as deep as it is wide.

The light does not belong here.

It cuts through the dark in a thin, wavering line — too sharp, too Bea. The small blue sprite flutters ahead of her, its glow scattering across twisted roots and petrified veins of heartwood, painting them in that same sharp relief.

The place where Bea stands is…wrong. Too close. Too deep—in a flare they had imagined smothering the flame, deadening her barbs before they could hook into anything still soft. Seized, dragged, buried, silent—

Verdant’s head turns, still bent forward, just slightly. Their focus drags, stutters, catches on the sprite as it flutters in their narrowed view. It slips in and out of near clarity, settling almost out of reach.

“You’re…bright. But cold.” The words catch—brittle, crackling as something dragged through smoke.

They twist their head a bit more. Squint.

Their hand twitches. Fingers splaying in the roots woven through the dirt below them, then closing tight.

The chill fairy light pricks against the fermenting heat. A fluttering balm that isn’t close enough to quite settle, or soothe.

A faint motion of their hand through the heavy dark—hesitant, incomplete—brushing near the thin light without ever quite touching.

“Here I am…” It’s thin. Rasping, pulled over something sore.

Verdant recoils. A sharp, involuntary jerk against the inky dark—

and it answers.

It presses in around them both, close and immediate. Roots wind through and around, threading the space between them, knitting the gloam tight.

The sprite flinches and moves out of their reach. For a heartbeat, it looks like it might spread.

“Don’t—”

Like it might catch.

The word breaks out of them, splintered. Verdant’s shoulders hitch, and then they cough. A rough, tearing sound, dragged up from too deep. It catches halfway, scrapes, leaves them folded in on themselves for a moment before it passes.

Slowly—carefully—they twist, the motion uneven, dragging through root and dark as they turn just enough to look back over their shoulder at Bea.

She carries that same light—kin to the sprite’s glow, but dimmer. Softer. It limns her in the dark, thin and wavering.

Verdant blinks.

And it dips—further, fainter—like their vision can’t hold it steady, like something in them keeps trying to snuff it out.

Fear hooks its claw—

too far I pulled you too far this isn’t for you you don’t understand you never—why would you come down here why would you—there’s nowhere else for me to go I don’t fit up there anymore it won’t hold me it won’t take me back I don’t fit—you shouldn’t be here you shouldn’t see this you shouldn’t be this close to it—

“…you shouldn’t have come here.”

[beavthemerlin]

[ “…you shouldn’t have come here.”]

[C.W: Very Mild Body horror ]

Exhaustion and frustration are feelings Beahreth knows well. In the depths of nowhere, with pressure coming from all sides and none, her lungs threaten to stop functioning. Are those still her lungs? Its hard to tell.

A bigger, conscious part of her mind screams that this is nothing, that it all makes sense. Whether that part is right or not is irrelevant.

Helplessness? Is that what she's feeling? What a hypocrite...

[afkj-morgan]

... seaweed hair... that hurts...

[beavthemerlin]

[beavthemerlin]

An assortment of... thingies

[beavthemerlin]

Following from HERE

The gravity of the situation sinks in quite quickly when she's pushed forward by the grove itself, there doesn't seem to be a way back so, no more choice other than keep moving. Somewhere, there's still hope for this all to be nothing but an elaborate ruse.

Pink Cloud Sage, an unpleasant memory invades her mind.

[magister-verdant]

[ T A L K ? ]

The glimmerblooms continue fret around her legs, insistent on whatever this “Tall Glimmerbloom” is. Their agitation rises in the frequency of their hops, until something new rises from the chatter: “Talk! Make grove less scary?”

[ T A L K ]

One by one, their lights sink, dimming as they’re pulled downward by an unseen tide. The soil drinks; light bleeds down through petals, leaves and stems, siphoned in a careful rhythm.

The last glow gutters, then fades entirely into the flower bed at Bea’s feet.

Pink cloud sage wilts in fast motion, petals curling inward as the ground loosens beneath them. What looked like earth becomes movement—

The clearing inhales.

Bea’s boot sinks ankle-deep with a slick, worming sound. Then the other. The soil does not crumble away; it closes, packing tight around the arch of her foot, her ankle—whatever will yield. Beneath her soles, roots slide and coil, not biting, just learning the shape of her weight.

The glimmerblooms chitter softly among themselves.

They turn back to Bea. Nearly silent.

Then a small gaggle of glimmerblooms breaks ranks.

They swarm her shins, lights flaring with sudden urgency, chirring over one another as they shove glowing flowers at her—one bumps her wrist, another jams itself insistently against her palm, a third all but headbutts a bloom into the hollow of her elbow.

“Talk! Talk! Talk!”

[beavthemerlin]

It clicks, or at least it seems like it does.

But it's a start, isn't it? Better than being lost and wandering through a forest that seems hungry.

[ L E T ' S T A L K ]

[magister-verdant]

The soil tightens around Bea’s calf, and the clearing exhales a mulch-scented breath as it churns around her limbs. The glimmerblooms recoil at first to her demands, their lights stuttering in uneven pulses. Then—like a chorus missing its conductor—they fall into arrhythmic flickers.

“Talk to tall glimmerbloom! Below! Above!”

The ground ripples once — a pulse passing downward. The roots cinch, drawing her inches more into the cool dark.

Below, something answers, a vibration that roils the soil around her as she scrambles to hold herself upright.

[YOU WANT ME TO BE AFRAID]

The roots jerk tight, wrenching her further down as the ground seethes

[TO BE SMALL]

If Verdant normally sounds like soft air through a split in timber, then the voice in her ears hisses like flame across bark, crackling and tearing as it snaps with raw ferocity.

[KINDLING TO BURN]

The illusion of a flat forest floor fractures. For a moment Bea can see it properly—

The grove is layered.

Above her, the silhouette of Verdant she could almost see through the trees dissolves, crawling into the mesh of branches and shadows. Glimmerblooms flit in and out of her vision as they pepper her with useless flowers.

The ground finally swallows her in three gulps as the voice rasps:

(the following may trigger sensitivities related to the following: claustrophobia, burying alive)

[TREE MAGE]

She braces an arm against the ground.

[TREE MAGE]

A few settle, hemming her in with an seemingly indifferent audience.

[TREE MAGE]

One steps forward, bright, gaze fixed on her. A leaf-arm reaches out, and when it touches her wrist, warmth spreads up her arm.

She takes a last deep breath—the glowing glimmerbloom takes the moment to press a bloom into her mouth.

The soil surges upward before she can spit it out.

Cold loam presses against her chin, her cheeks, packing tight along her jaw. Bea jerks back on instinct, but the ground only follows, rising like a closing tide. The scent of wet bark and crushed roots floods her senses as the last strip of air narrows to a thin ribbon of dim light above her.

For a heartbeat the world becomes nothing but green glow and drifting motes of soil.

And then that too is swallowed, the clearing sealing overhead with a soft, final hush.

Very quietly, and far too late, a calmer voice speaks into the clearing:

“…she didn’t mean it that way.”

[beavthemerlin]

Its an odd feeling, cold soil biting at every inch of your body, but dull enough for it to be a second thought in front of what now seems a much, much bigger issue...

Let's Talk...

[beavthemerlin]

coming from here @archon-merlin-magister-supreme

Beahreth can't help but get lost in her own thoughts while Eudora chats on.

The glow on her eyes again, this time Icy Blue and swift when she mentions... a fox? "Not that I... remember..." Beahreth mutters a half assed answer that Eudora doesn't really seem to hear. That shine though, that's interesting, subtle as it was. Perhaps triggered by remembrance? It was surprisingly hard to point out its source.

Her mind wanders, half hearing Eudora's next words, half pondering.

"It's interesting, do you think there's only a certain few Merlins able to cross the dimensional boundary? If so, what makes them so special?

It's such a headache to think of the posibilities, the more Eudora seems to monologue to herself, the more Beahreth thinks of how and why so many find their way here, conscious of it or not. There doesn't really seem to be a pattern between who can or cannot cross over from one timeline to another, other than perhaps luck.

Maybe the whole forest thing was in fact real, that would at least explain why she seems to be trapped in the middle.

Not that she'd admit believing it now.

"Well, I assure you, death eludes me completely, and I have my reasons"

Bea's head subtly snaps back to reality. She was paying attention, yep, uh-huh, absolutely.

"Hmm...Beahreth, if you don't mind me calling you that, do you happen to be free this evening?"

Refocusing on the traveler in front of her, it takes a moment for Beahreth to process the hidden request. A lazy smile makes its way back to her face.

"That depends on your next words" she shrugs "If you're planning to drag me somewhere for no good reason then, no, I'm not free this evening."

Is ending up on random adventures also a "Merlin" thing? It happens all too often...

[archon-merlin-magister-supreme]

Eudora bites her lips, staring at nothing as she seems to calculate things in her head. When she refocuses, a devious smile pulls at her lips.

"Would you maybe want to find out if what I saw really was a teleportation-induced fever dream or something else entirely?"

she taps her chin, "There shouldn't really be any danger, no, hm...i mean", she murmurs, "The magic circle is still theoretical but....it should work yes"

She looks up, bright-eyed, "But you needn't worry about that, I can step in first and check if the path is clear. I wouldn't let anything hurt you, as long as I'm there"

Searching within the satchel, she draws out a teal-bound record, wrapped in gold filigree and a simple ink pen. Flipping to a clean page, she starts drawing something spread across the sheet. After a few seconds of silence with the occasional pen scribbling, she holds up the book.

"This should work...." on the page is a rough scribbled-out magic circle, messy component smushed together in the narrow space. She pushes it towards Beahreth, looking between her and the book with expectant eyes.

"Just say the word, Beahreth, and I promise I won't disappoint," she grins.

[beavthemerlin]

"That... does not look safe"

The traveler very eagerly showed off the magic circle. It looked well thought through, and most mages know their way around this kind of thing but... a little portal into whatever crazy dimension she saw by accident?

It sounded like trouble, and Beahreth sighed at her own damned curiosity.

Forest of Life... Answers she'd probably forget anyway... an endless cycle.

"How long have you been workshopping that for? A day and a half?" She chuckled, trying to figure out which symbol does what "Looking like it should work and actually testing it are two very different things"

As distrustful as she sounded, Beah stood from her stool, stretching her sore arms out.

"But well, if you say you'll go first then I guess I can tag along and watch how your brain turns to mush in the process"

She waved a hand at the very distracted Dolly in the middle of the tavern, who had seemingly finished the gloves she was darning. The bartender shot her a confused look and a wave back.

"Alright, Magister Eudora, lead the way" She stood by the tavern's door, awaiting.

[beavthemerlin]

Day 8 because i haven't done any relevant art lately. A song sung to Her rival:

Imitation - Will Stetson. (i really like that guy)

Goes without saying that Bea's closest thing to a rival is Cyran, but this song stands more on the present where she's a sass despite her hardships. Nothing better than insulting a noble's ego, right? Specially after everything he's done.

BUT it can go both ways, with Cyran mocking what Merlin ended up being. Cue multicolored lyrics:

Walkin’ ‘round in clothes that don’t fit you Saying things you don’t understand Picking fights you know you can’t win to get a little street cred

Phony friends inflating your ego The attention gets to your head You get high on fake compliments and counterfeit respect

And you… got everyone under your spell But you can’t fool me Deep down below the charade you put on you’re exactly like everyone else

What’s it like to be in my shadow? Do you get a rush from the chase? What’s the point in copying what you’ll never recreate?

Are you desperate for respect? Or Do you just enjoy keeping score? Does the pain of second place leave you wanting more?

Don’t get it twisted, it’s all in your head, you’re no better than anyone else

Stop fooling yourself ‘Cuz you can’t catch me This is a game that you can’t ever win; it was over before it began

Cry for the (mage) that you’ll never be Cause baby you’re looking at the real thing

[beavthemerlin]

Missed a few days so im skipping em.

Day 7: A song that would play on a fight with her:

Marcin, RJ Pasin - Art of Guitar.

This one doesn't have lyrics but like, its... really funny for reason i'll go into under the cut:

First of all, Acoustic guitars. Secondly, the song is playfull, jumpy and almost doesn't take itself seriously in some places, just like you'd see on Beahreth at a surface level, but there's moments where you see the sheer underlying anger needed to end up fighting against her for whatever reason.

Anger, annoyance? I've thought about a fight against her like an impossible puzzle where you'd have to maneuver both brain and brawn. And I think this song encapsulates that idea pretty well.

[bunnybird-afk]

Merlinverse Musical March Day 5: I Don’t Wanna Be (Your Friend) by Euphonik ft. Mi Casa

This song is for another ship that lives rent-free in my head, which is HotFix, a pairing between Magister Beahreth (@beavthemerlin) and Mirael. I love the lighthearted, slightly goofy way this song portrays pining, and I think it fits the lighter aspects of their dynamic so well, since it's overall just peak idiots to lovers /aff. I have no other reasoning here, other than the fact that this song means a lot to me, and so does this ship.

Lyrics under cut.

You, you got me in a spin I'm swept up by a whirlwind of emotions Tell me What is it that you want Cause my heart can't handle it no more Make up your mind Save us both the time Kindly put me out of my misery Trust me Trust me on one thing I don't Wanna see the end

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Oh, oh oh oh oh I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Oh, oh oh oh oh I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh Oh, oh oh oh oh oh Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

I, I need you to know That I would do anything Just to be with you But you know Just how my mind works I want all of you not an inch of you I'm selfishly In love with you And I ain't ashamed to show it no So this is my conclusion Yes this is my conclusion This is my conclusion This is my conclusion

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Oh, oh oh oh oh I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Oh, oh oh oh oh I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your lover till the end Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh Oh, oh oh oh oh oh Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

Don't wanna be your friend Oh, oh oh oh oh oh I wanna be your lover Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

Don't wanna be your friend Oh, oh oh oh oh oh I wanna be your lover Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

Don't wanna be your friend Oh, oh oh oh oh oh I wanna be your lover Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

Don't wanna be your friend Oh, oh oh oh oh oh I wanna be your lover Yeah, eh eh eh eh eh

[beavthemerlin]

Music March day 3

A song about her love life:

Home to me - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.

Im taking this one as a chance to yap about my dumb little lesbian ship bc i never do. Im just a big sucker for Former Mentor x Wiser Apprentice and some other tropes Bea and Mirael end up falling in.

"Oh, I can see you somewhere up the road There's a weight you carry you're trying to let go And you know that if I could, I would take it all away from you"

"How dare you love me like you never known fear When you've got more troubles than minutes in the year?"

"I sleep to dream the trail beneath your feet That brings you back to me And step by step, wherever you might be You're walking home to me"

"On the day you left me, you promised you'd come back I don't know who taught you how to live like that All the fences in your way have to crumple in the wind one day"

"You're walking home to me"

Something like, no matter how many freaky Merlin adventure trips Bea ends up being dragged into, there's always a calm little town they both always visit and call home. Bea still can't understand or accept that Mirael in fact does wait for her everytime. Her, not exactly "Merlin" her old teacher, but her. They make me sick who made them like that.

[beavthemerlin]

Musical March huh, last year i only did one but our cult leader Bun made a guideline this time so lets goo.

Day 1: What Beah would sing/write:

Donut Hole by Hachi (But specifically this Will Stetson cover.)

Though its more of a "this fits her" kind of thing, i do think my dear little Merlin would say some of these lines:

"Tell me where I got all my memories Cause there’s pretty giant things all seeming wrong to me What, why, or how is an obscurity But then again I guess there’s something pretty clear to see"

"Try it tens or hundreds of times Your crooked face only bores into the mind "

"Rain within the eyes begins to burn But I can’t hear all the hate that had struck the nerve"

"In trying to remember the feelings inside I find the warmth from them has faded like a candle within the cold night Bye bye to the colors that won’t come again Somehow the thinking makes me certain in a way I can’t describe it I’m trapped here in a circle no way that I could hide it"

"Just give me anything to fill this aching empty space"

"A horrid hole has opened from deep in my heart And yet that emptiness alone is all my proof of love and parting I know that it’s pathetic, but where do I start?"

"But deep within the crazy chaos there’s a bit that I remember My eyes awaken slowly with a feeling cool and tender"

"Your name I never said was—"

The whole thing describes both a metaphorical emptiness from not remembering her past, and the literal hole that same past left in her mind, body and soul which is why she's considered weak nowadays. Or smth, i like the song.

[beavthemerlin]

Day 2: A Song written about her.

The Mighty Echo -The Family Crest.

Well, less about her and more a message? Still i think it reflects Bea's journey from the perspective of those around her, im thinking Dolly, Hogan and Mirael specifically since they knew her from before her mind went shabonk. Some lyrics that i think fit best down below:

"Take your time pretty baby Brace yourself Cause the weight of the world is a Much heavier thing, love, than you thought"

"Here crossing such bounds, dear Lights rearranged on the vacant sparring ground She's lost forever"

"And the sound you know Oh the sound you feel it come Like a beast, like a beast that's coming up out of your chest again"

"Throw fear, sadness, and love, dear Into a void that will swallow up the sun, the dark, the silence"

Basically how everyone but Bea knows from the start that the journey won't be easy, specially not for her, but also they'll encourage and support all along the way because they can't possibly do more, as much as they'd all like to take some of the burnden off her shoulders.

[beavthemerlin]

Musical March huh, last year i only did one but our cult leader Bun made a guideline this time so lets goo.

Day 1: What Beah would sing/write:

Donut Hole by Hachi (But specifically this Will Stetson cover.)

Though its more of a "this fits her" kind of thing, i do think my dear little Merlin would say some of these lines:

"Tell me where I got all my memories Cause there’s pretty giant things all seeming wrong to me What, why, or how is an obscurity But then again I guess there’s something pretty clear to see"

"Try it tens or hundreds of times Your crooked face only bores into the mind "

"Rain within the eyes begins to burn But I can’t hear all the hate that had struck the nerve"

"In trying to remember the feelings inside I find the warmth from them has faded like a candle within the cold night Bye bye to the colors that won’t come again Somehow the thinking makes me certain in a way I can’t describe it I’m trapped here in a circle no way that I could hide it"

"Just give me anything to fill this aching empty space"

"A horrid hole has opened from deep in my heart And yet that emptiness alone is all my proof of love and parting I know that it’s pathetic, but where do I start?"

"But deep within the crazy chaos there’s a bit that I remember My eyes awaken slowly with a feeling cool and tender"

"Your name I never said was—"

The whole thing describes both a metaphorical emptiness from not remembering her past, and the literal hole that same past left in her mind, body and soul which is why she's considered weak nowadays. Or smth, i like the song.

[echnobabble]

Give me your Merlin and I’ll vibe check them with an oddly specific tumblr post

[beavthemerlin]

Aight yeeting my gal to you. Beahreth, a jerk, casts a fireball and then dies for a week.

[beavthemerlin]

A victory is a victory, isn't it?

Aka an animatic of why my Merlin is the way she is... sort of.

[beavthemerlin]

*A single red rose appears out of thin air through a faint green magic glow that feels slightly off cold. The rose keeps hovering in the air and a paper appears with the following message:*

Hey,

it's been a very special day, that made me realize how much I love (to endure) your presence. Wish I could watch you spend eternity with me right now. Sooner or later, we shall be united! I'll always be there to catch you. Whether you currently want to hold me close or break my neck - I will wait for you. Don't keep me waiting! ;-)

Yours eternally,

Death

(@afkj-morgan)

As if "that guy's" magic was hard to recognize.

"I will keep you waiting, thanks. I'm sure your boundless patience is more than enough to, you know, do something else in the meantime."

The rose just- floats around the study, that's the weirdest Valentines gift she's ever seen but also, very on brand.

[beavthemerlin]

coming from here @archon-merlin-magister-supreme

Beahreth can't help but get lost in her own thoughts while Eudora chats on.

The glow on her eyes again, this time Icy Blue and swift when she mentions... a fox? "Not that I... remember..." Beahreth mutters a half assed answer that Eudora doesn't really seem to hear. That shine though, that's interesting, subtle as it was. Perhaps triggered by remembrance? It was surprisingly hard to point out its source.

Her mind wanders, half hearing Eudora's next words, half pondering.

"It's interesting, do you think there's only a certain few Merlins able to cross the dimensional boundary? If so, what makes them so special?

It's such a headache to think of the posibilities, the more Eudora seems to monologue to herself, the more Beahreth thinks of how and why so many find their way here, conscious of it or not. There doesn't really seem to be a pattern between who can or cannot cross over from one timeline to another, other than perhaps luck.

Maybe the whole forest thing was in fact real, that would at least explain why she seems to be trapped in the middle.

Not that she'd admit believing it now.

"Well, I assure you, death eludes me completely, and I have my reasons"

Bea's head subtly snaps back to reality. She was paying attention, yep, uh-huh, absolutely.

"Hmm...Beahreth, if you don't mind me calling you that, do you happen to be free this evening?"

Refocusing on the traveler in front of her, it takes a moment for Beahreth to process the hidden request. A lazy smile makes its way back to her face.

"That depends on your next words" she shrugs "If you're planning to drag me somewhere for no good reason then, no, I'm not free this evening."

Is ending up on random adventures also a "Merlin" thing? It happens all too often...