( it’s not like dragons are rare. the stars are fathomless, the possibilities more so. but they’re still not written into your subconscious as common. your fingers curl together, behind your back, as you float along a river with your eyes aimed at flying figures. the sky continues to be filtered with beats - beating wings, beating voices, heartbeats. )
( but then, someone found you. it feels too sudden - you spin around immediately, tiptoes brushing the grass, blinking warily at the stranger. who is this? how did they notice you? no, more importantly, their question— )
“…Well, why can’t I be here?” ( lift your head up, smile sweetly. have you trespassed into a place you shouldn’t have? have you angered them? ) “I mean, I got in here somehow. Doesn’t seem like you have a sign or anything saying ‘lost clueless spirits, stay out!’”
The spirit of a child who has lost her way. For one reason or another, the scene before him felt all too familiar--- and the image of a certain troublesome bonehead danced at the back of his mind. This time, however, he wouldn’t be needing to call on his master for assistance. Lindel fathomed he had enough experience now to take care of this one alone.
“Under normal circumstances, child, no one other than whom I or the College personally invite may step foot in this gjá.” At the moment, it didn’t seem like the girl had much choice in the matter, so he would have to treat this situation delicately. “Tell me, what is the last thing you remember? Do you know how you found this land?”
Perhaps if he knew more about the girl’s circumstance, he could assist her with a spell to send her on her way. Lost spirits typically weren’t ‘lost’ unless something was off; there was almost always a backstory to accompany them. If he had the ability to help, he would like to try.
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