[ Anders is so strange, but he recognizes the irony of thinking so, while momentarily ignoring the ironies of a few other things. For now, his focus is on finding the bloody mage. Not that it's easy...he stops talking, sighs as if someone let the air out of him, the life out of him, and Fenris begins to wonder if he'll even find him alive.
Then the strange glow grabs his attention. It doesn't take a scholar to figure out that probably has something to do with the mage. Him and glowing go together like—
—like Fenris and glowing, he supposes.
That thought creeps down his spine like a spirit passing through him as he rushes for the source of the glow, struggling to see Anders until he realizes he's under the mess of feathers and clothes.
No...he is the mess of feathers and clothes.
All the urgency from before seems to leave him, creeping closer instead of rushing to his side, taking in the sight of bloody wings — wings that busted out of Anders' back...that explains the screaming. He figured it was...this.
He sighs. Not dead then. ]
Wake up, mage. [ He's still cautious, because it's Anders, nudging one of his legs with his foot. ] Make a sound if you can hear me.
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Then the strange glow grabs his attention. It doesn't take a scholar to figure out that probably has something to do with the mage. Him and glowing go together like—
—like Fenris and glowing, he supposes.
That thought creeps down his spine like a spirit passing through him as he rushes for the source of the glow, struggling to see Anders until he realizes he's under the mess of feathers and clothes.
No...he is the mess of feathers and clothes.
All the urgency from before seems to leave him, creeping closer instead of rushing to his side, taking in the sight of bloody wings — wings that busted out of Anders' back...that explains the screaming. He figured it was...this.
He sighs. Not dead then. ]
Wake up, mage. [ He's still cautious, because it's Anders, nudging one of his legs with his foot. ] Make a sound if you can hear me.