[ Oz turns his head to look, just as the shadow cants what would be considered its head at Dimitri. For whatever it might be worth, Oz looks just as surprised as his new friend β the shade that lives in the back of his head is always there, but it never keeps a form long enough for Oz to look at it. ]
β¦ I do.
[ What else could he possibly mean?
At Dimitriβs prompting, the shade does not speak, but it does move. Its shapeless form shifts, a tendril of dark reaching to span the place between them β a hand, extended to the waiting prince. ]
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β¦ I do.
[ What else could he possibly mean?
At Dimitriβs prompting, the shade does not speak, but it does move. Its shapeless form shifts, a tendril of dark reaching to span the place between them β a hand, extended to the waiting prince. ]