@pickslock
Mithrun is tired.
at least, his body is. it's something he's still getting used to: listening to the needs of body while navigating the new overwhelming concept that was finding things to desire. yet his mind was racing, overstimulated by the sights and the sounds of the confusing city he found himself stuck in. if he could just make it 'home' he might save himself the trouble of passing out on the sidewalk. a question remained. keep trudging along with heavy footfalls? or risk using his limited magic?
with a short exhale that could be taken as a sigh, Mithrun teleports--
--only to land much too close to someone. someone he... knows?
the world spins, suddenly.
he goes down.








