“so… how did everything go?” From Yeosang to a muse of your choice!
Dmitri sat cross-legged atop the kitchen table simply eyeing the elven boy curiously. He'd heard it. the whisper on the wind that summoned him here though he was apologetic for not being able to find what it was the male had asked him to find. Delicate fingers toyed with the chains that wrapped around his ankle before green eyes rose to find them.
"Well... I haven't had much luck finding the tome I need to successfully perform this particular locating spell. It's in a language that is difficult for me to navigate and simply put... elves don't like to speak their secrets to non-elven mages..." he says lightly, letting the small charms on his anklet click together softly before he's leaning back against his hands.
"Why are so intent on me doing this? Is the outcome really going to change anything in a way that you want it to?" he asks quietly.