Astrid shoots a look at her, surprised; the sudden recoil is unexpected and would make more sense coming from one of Riftwatch’s more physically standoffish members, but they’ve hugged before. Abella had held her hand. It absolutely isn’t the time to interrogate this, it feels like something they’ll have to hash out in a dim-lit bar later over drinks, but…
“You good?” Astrid asks, but they’re both so distracted walking along that they turn a corner and, quite literally, walk right into a pair of guards. Oof, and Astrid bounces back, still surprised, caught wrong-footed, entirely thrown off her game. She stares at the two men.
Behind the guards, there’s: nothing. As if half of a building has simply vanished, sheared through like a knife cutting through a cake, leaving crumbling remnants of stone behind.
“This street’s closed off,” he says, gruff. “Magical anomaly. Where are you two going?”
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“You good?” Astrid asks, but they’re both so distracted walking along that they turn a corner and, quite literally, walk right into a pair of guards. Oof, and Astrid bounces back, still surprised, caught wrong-footed, entirely thrown off her game. She stares at the two men.
Behind the guards, there’s: nothing. As if half of a building has simply vanished, sheared through like a knife cutting through a cake, leaving crumbling remnants of stone behind.
“This street’s closed off,” he says, gruff. “Magical anomaly. Where are you two going?”