[Their eyes lock, and there's nothing there to be read in the magician's gaze that is as still and as silent as some hidden pool, but also just as deep. Nothing there, but yes he knows it, and while there are things he wants to say he doesn't trust himself to say them correctly. Getting things wrong, making mistakes-- that's what he does.
And so when Asra rises with his sunlit smile Julian moves to follow, unfolds his unreasonably long form and once again gains his feet. Device pocketed and cape carefully straightened, he arches a brow in a question that he isn't sure will be immediately answered.
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as some hidden pool, but also just as deep. Nothing there, but yes he knows it, and while there are things he wants to say he doesn't trust himself to say them correctly. Getting things wrong, making mistakes-- that's what he does.
And so when Asra rises with his sunlit smile Julian moves to follow, unfolds his unreasonably long form and once again gains his feet. Device pocketed and cape carefully straightened, he arches a brow in a question that he isn't sure will be immediately answered.
Makes to follow, as bidden.]
An adventure it is, then. What fun.