There's a small stirring of that same calling from the shards, which makes Azwel glance at them before returning his attention to Carden. He can feel something so very familiar about the other's magick, something that brings an answering flush to his skin and a warm darkening to his eyes.
At the last statement, though, Azwel quirks an eyebrow. "Oh? And why would we get thrown out?"
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Date: 2020-06-15 11:34 pm (UTC)At the last statement, though, Azwel quirks an eyebrow. "Oh? And why would we get thrown out?"