The strange ebb and flow of foreign magic is enough to get his attention, watching the little creature on the bank of the pond, and her question sends its own chill through the pit of his belly. He knows all too well what she means, even if he doesn’t know the circumstances. If he was to meet himself from only ten years past, would he even recognize himself anymore?
He fidgets his hands against one another, debating pretending like he hadn’t heard and just continuing on. But if there’s something he can say, some advice that he can give, that might help someone else face their own Ragnarok or Fimbulwinter, then how could he turn his back? “I have. Not really on purpose, but yes.”
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The strange ebb and flow of foreign magic is enough to get his attention, watching the little creature on the bank of the pond, and her question sends its own chill through the pit of his belly. He knows all too well what she means, even if he doesn’t know the circumstances. If he was to meet himself from only ten years past, would he even recognize himself anymore?
He fidgets his hands against one another, debating pretending like he hadn’t heard and just continuing on. But if there’s something he can say, some advice that he can give, that might help someone else face their own Ragnarok or Fimbulwinter, then how could he turn his back? “I have. Not really on purpose, but yes.”