[ The voice is all too familiar but it startles Athelstan because it's in his head. His brows furrow as he drops his pencil to stare at the dog. The sense of famliarity now makes sense as does the other's interest in his drawings.
He's not sure want to say and then he smiles. He reaches and scratches the dog he now knows is Ivar behind the ears. ]
What sort of magic have you toyed with?
[ Perhaps, years ago, he would have found this idea evil but as it is... and being that he is in a place like this -- everything seems possible. ]
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He's not sure want to say and then he smiles. He reaches and scratches the dog he now knows is Ivar behind the ears. ]
What sort of magic have you toyed with?
[ Perhaps, years ago, he would have found this idea evil but as it is... and being that he is in a place like this -- everything seems possible. ]