“ did it go as you planned ? ”
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“Not exactly,” the mage hums, pleasant and SONOROUS while he maneuvers down the length of the sturdy log. His hand reaches forth to TICKLE at large flowers tangled around the bark and stretching skyward to dapples of sunlight that find their mark. A great many CENTURIES since he’s set foot in a land he once could call home, and yet... bitterness resides STILL. Those fingers kissing the petals twitch and temporarily gnarl around them, like possessing the intent to RIP them free from their moorings in one easy swipe. (These would, after all, make for exquisite spells of a FORBIDDEN magic.) But those same digits relax. His thumb trails wantonly down the plant’s stem.
Aaravos turns to his companion with a CURIOUS tilt of his head. “It seems the races have done a FINE job kindling the hatred of mankind, and their own in turn,” he remarks with a deliciously CASUAL timbre proving he harbors blame beneath sugary words. “And it is rather DIFFICULT hiding in plain sight. Peculiar that most humans do not have constellations on their skin...” SARCASM. His smirk widens. “So here I am, a lonesome wanderer in the XADIAN wilds, instead.”