closed.

[exequy]

WHO: Ilias, Isaac, Kostos, Leander
WHAT: Four mages stuck in a library (a bottle episode)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Outside Starkhaven
NOTES: Probably some violence at some point

Comments

[libratus]

Thanks that's very helpful would be a technically accurate way to sum up both the looks he gives Isaac and Leander. They're very different looks. Kostos, he's trying very hard not to look anywhere near.

But at least a fire sounds like a more comfortable idea than spending the night soggy and suffering, which had been Ilias's plan. "I thought I saw a dry stack over—" A gesture, a shift in course, "Away from the leak."

There are so many leaks.

"Both of you have more talent for primal magic, could you—?" Decide who feels like being marginally useful, please.

[wythersake]

Isaac watches Kostos turn the corner with an expression somewhere between relief and realization. A rowboat containing only an unpleasant, half-naked man is still somewhat preferable to treading water with —

"I'll get it."

He volunteers, in the same way that he's been volunteering for just about everything so far: The horses, the map, wheedling peasants. Not his ordinary habit, and none of it successful. It's a stretch to imagine this will be now. Flame may be about all that Isaac can do, but an outdoor campfire is a bit different than lighting one in a library, however damp.

As the subsequent billow of dark smoke may indicate.

[sarcophage]

It's a habit of his, learning other people's habits, and this new one is positively charming—and he's positive that he shouldn't point it out. Could, but won't. A private act of goodwill. Poor thing. Things, plural. This must be awkward for... everyone who isn't him.

So, let the record reflect that, when faced with this wonderfully ripe opportunity to roast Isaac for his seeming attempt to roast them all alive, Leander is staying put on his bedroll and keeping all comments to himself.

Unless he happens to catch Ilias's eye, which he probably will, because he's often trying to out of his own habit, in which case he silently mouths, He's got it.

[exequy]

"What the fuck, Isaac," floats out from Kostos' chosen aisle, disembodied, because he isn't coming back out for this. He can't be the only one here who knows how to dispel things, if that's what it comes to.