[And why would he not want to be her friend? For Thomas, to ask such a thing comes naturally, even in his current state where lucidity hounds him, where his power beneath his skin makes him listless. There is less of that in her presence, he thinks, at least in the small amount of time that they've interacted thus far. But that makes it no less poignant to him, no less real.
So yes. Friends. And even if never much more than that, it is nice to know, all the same.]
I think so, too, Berna.
[Those are sure footsteps, however, and Thomas steps closer to her, eying her prisms and trusting that they'll keep them obscured. He watches, closely, as several individuals appear around the far corner, with the items from the auction in-tow. Some boxed up, some carried, some covered. Thomas can sense oddities inherent in all of them, their magic, or their non-magic essences, but it's all muddled so close to the ward.
Another man steps forward, tall and disgruntled looking. Presumably a guard, thinks. He watches as he reaches out with a hand, fingertips glowing, carving out intricate symbols mid-air. Three of them, it seems, but he cannot see fully their images from this angle.
Something shimmers in the air. The ward "unlocks", the man opens a huge pair of metal double doors, and the people file through to set the items within. Thomas murmurs, quietly:]
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So yes. Friends. And even if never much more than that, it is nice to know, all the same.]
I think so, too, Berna.
[Those are sure footsteps, however, and Thomas steps closer to her, eying her prisms and trusting that they'll keep them obscured. He watches, closely, as several individuals appear around the far corner, with the items from the auction in-tow. Some boxed up, some carried, some covered. Thomas can sense oddities inherent in all of them, their magic, or their non-magic essences, but it's all muddled so close to the ward.
Another man steps forward, tall and disgruntled looking. Presumably a guard, thinks. He watches as he reaches out with a hand, fingertips glowing, carving out intricate symbols mid-air. Three of them, it seems, but he cannot see fully their images from this angle.
Something shimmers in the air. The ward "unlocks", the man opens a huge pair of metal double doors, and the people file through to set the items within. Thomas murmurs, quietly:]
Ah, lock and key. Of a sort.