[ They'll find one another, he thinks. (And if not, he'll text her directions... These modern devices are handy...) But the ripple of knowing guides him where he needs to be, and it may do the same for her โ this strange little beast he's to meet.
The night sky is a sea of inky black, barely a star twinkling above. Even the moon casts little light. It's fitting for such a cursed encounter, though Mordrake does add to the ambiance a little in the form of conjuring a cloud of acerbic green fog at his feet to accompany him as he moves. (He's always been partial to a good show.) He comes to the old graveyard, soundlessly, a tall and dark figure. He's respectful as he moves around those crumbling headstones and their rotted plots, not treading on the dead but through them.
And then he goes still. Gloved hands grasp the handle of his handsome cane, and hold it steady as the spirit waits, fog curling from beneath his cape. ]
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[ They'll find one another, he thinks. (And if not, he'll text her directions... These modern devices are handy...) But the ripple of knowing guides him where he needs to be, and it may do the same for her โ this strange little beast he's to meet.
The night sky is a sea of inky black, barely a star twinkling above. Even the moon casts little light. It's fitting for such a cursed encounter, though Mordrake does add to the ambiance a little in the form of conjuring a cloud of acerbic green fog at his feet to accompany him as he moves. (He's always been partial to a good show.) He comes to the old graveyard, soundlessly, a tall and dark figure. He's respectful as he moves around those crumbling headstones and their rotted plots, not treading on the dead but through them.
And then he goes still. Gloved hands grasp the handle of his handsome cane, and hold it steady as the spirit waits, fog curling from beneath his cape. ]