I make the magic

*Circe I* · 12-02-2018, 07:49 PM

The soft, hollow thud of falling feet and the click of claws alerted Circe to the approach of another. She straightened and turned just in time to see a tall, dark figure glide down an adjacent passage.

Circe licked her lips and glanced first down the way she'd been going and then after the figure. Did she continue on her mushroom hunt or engage the stranger?

Ah, who was she kidding. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet someone new. Who knew what she might miss out on if she did.

Circe crept to the corner and peeked after the stranger. By his scent and quickly retreating backside she could tell he was male and rivaled many of her kin in size. She found these few details promising.

As she watched, the stranger seemed to second guess himself. He waffled, clearly indecisive about some choice, and then turned back and began to retrace his steps. Doing so meant he was now facing Circe, who was still half hidden by the corner. No doubt he could see her, though, so there was no point in trying to hide.

She grinned at him; her expression open, friendly and perhaps a little naive. "Are you lost, friend?"

"Circe" "Gwydion"

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I make the magic

Circe I