[his brows knit together in confusion. another place? he doesn't remember ever being anywhere outside of his forest, other than his brief trips to the human city beyond its border. he also doesn't know who this person could have reminded him of either. daeshim's pretty sure that he'd remember a face like his.
but he doesn't think that he's lying. there was such relief in his face, and an odd warmth in his hug.]
Magic...is unpredictable. And sometimes cruel. [he says it quietly, maybe even to himself.] What is your name?
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but he doesn't think that he's lying. there was such relief in his face, and an odd warmth in his hug.]
Magic...is unpredictable. And sometimes cruel. [he says it quietly, maybe even to himself.] What is your name?