“Anyone did not include Meralonne, of course; he gestured them away, and they went. To Birgide’s eye, they were grateful to be relieved of the task. She stepped back so that she might watch both the mage and the paneled section of wall. “You’re staying?” Jester asked. She glanced at him. “Suit yourself. I find staring at walls unentertaining at best, and I’m heading back to my rooms.” Birgide nodded, turning back to Meralonne. Even in this room, which was in all ways more mundane..., he looked as if he belonged to some ancient, wild magic that she could witness, but never approach or use. Where strands of colored light graced the room, they were concentrated for the most part at the level of the lighting and the windows themselves; there was very little to be found at foot level. The strands were violet and orange, the colors blending and diverging as strands traveled.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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