"I would have followed had I not been injured enough to slow the search," Fou-Lu says lightly. And then his magic does go out, the light fading, the cold slipping away to only the background air of chill that always follows him. "...'Tis the end of what I can maintain, I fear."
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Date: 2021-07-20 06:50 pm (UTC)