I have no idea how a magician is supposed to look. Maybe they look like you.
[Grisha looked like her, except usually less wet. But fit, like someone who knew how to walk and stand on a raft while the ocean rolled underneath them. Someone who would jump in to the water to save someone else.
Although, a magician might have used magic for that. The Darkling sits up, following Natasha's gaze to the empty horizon.]
I'm not, no. Not usually. In the water- had I known that I would be dunked head first in to the ocean once I entered the room, I would have worn something more suiting than this.
[Blue waters and the sun, there's nothing else. The raft, of course, made up of several pieces of lumber tied together with rough ropes.]
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[Grisha looked like her, except usually less wet. But fit, like someone who knew how to walk and stand on a raft while the ocean rolled underneath them. Someone who would jump in to the water to save someone else.
Although, a magician might have used magic for that. The Darkling sits up, following Natasha's gaze to the empty horizon.]
I'm not, no. Not usually. In the water- had I known that I would be dunked head first in to the ocean once I entered the room, I would have worn something more suiting than this.
[Blue waters and the sun, there's nothing else. The raft, of course, made up of several pieces of lumber tied together with rough ropes.]