[You know, he doesnβt even expect an apology at this point. Which is fine, because what is there to apologize for, when this place has already been so disorienting he canβt tell up from down? Like her, heβs tried flying out of this place with little to no avail, only to end up face-first on the ground each time an attempt was made. And the final attempt? Ended with a Scarlet Witch pressing her joints into his back.]
Too long.
[βhe says, vaguely disgruntled as a familiar red light ensconces them both, lending some light to the area. There still isnβt much to see as he lifts himself up, dragged up slightly to his knees by his cloak.]
Flying makes everything a little⦠topsy-turvy. Guessing you learned that the hard way, too.
[Stephen sighs and makes a gesture with both hands, casting a quick spell that summons a small, twisting mandala that floats just above his palm. It casts a bright, amber glow, as well.]
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Too long.
[βhe says, vaguely disgruntled as a familiar red light ensconces them both, lending some light to the area. There still isnβt much to see as he lifts himself up, dragged up slightly to his knees by his cloak.]
Flying makes everything a little⦠topsy-turvy. Guessing you learned that the hard way, too.
[Stephen sighs and makes a gesture with both hands, casting a quick spell that summons a small, twisting mandala that floats just above his palm. It casts a bright, amber glow, as well.]