*A tall student stands hunches over a desk in the library, a book held open with one hand, a quill scratching over paper in the other.*
*Tendrils of corruption surround him, climbing the bookshelves and steadying the table, in a short radius. They recoil when touched.*
*In fact, when they’re bumped noticeably enough, the student pauses. The tendrils draw away from the other person as he straightens and turns around.*
@death-flies-on-swift-wings
(ooc you’re going to want to read the intro post for Osprey’s description)
*Mage steadies herself* <Sorry, for bumping into you>