[ It probably looks that way, given how closely Arthur fetching his book and Clover appearing take place. Once they’re well out of danger, Arthur would be happy to explain that his faerie friend actually lives in a rock that he keeps in his pocket.
Which is probably not the strangest thing Markus will ever encounter in this world. ]
Very well.
[ Three things happen in quick succession, then. At some unspoken command, Clover flutters her wings and golden light settles over Arthur and his companion, a humming sort of energy seeping in through their skin – real or not. A haste spell, meant to lend speed to their movements. Next, Arthur flings out a hand, a mote of light leaping from the pages of his tome to follow the motion. The light takes the form of a large dome of swirling blue light that lands right on top of the waiting raptors. Already, it’s clear that their motions are slowed by the spell as they struggle to escape it.
Third, and most certainly not least, Arthur shouts, ]
no subject
Which is probably not the strangest thing Markus will ever encounter in this world. ]
Very well.
[ Three things happen in quick succession, then. At some unspoken command, Clover flutters her wings and golden light settles over Arthur and his companion, a humming sort of energy seeping in through their skin – real or not. A haste spell, meant to lend speed to their movements. Next, Arthur flings out a hand, a mote of light leaping from the pages of his tome to follow the motion. The light takes the form of a large dome of swirling blue light that lands right on top of the waiting raptors. Already, it’s clear that their motions are slowed by the spell as they struggle to escape it.
Third, and most certainly not least, Arthur shouts, ]
Go!