[Hope lifts his eyes to his comrade, shock and confusion alike written over his young features. His fingers curl around the brand on his wrist, now hidden beneath the fabric once more. It doesn't make much sense to him—hadn't he just seen her? And the others?
How long has it been since he walked away?]
Time and magic are different. [Echoing, somewhat to himself.] Someone else told me that time works differently here, too. But that doesn't make any sense. [With a noise of frustration, he presses a hand to his head, fingertips curved against his brow.]
...I guess I have no choice but to wait and see what it does to my brand too.
[action!]
[Hope lifts his eyes to his comrade, shock and confusion alike written over his young features. His fingers curl around the brand on his wrist, now hidden beneath the fabric once more. It doesn't make much sense to him—hadn't he just seen her? And the others?
How long has it been since he walked away?]
Time and magic are different. [Echoing, somewhat to himself.] Someone else told me that time works differently here, too. But that doesn't make any sense. [With a noise of frustration, he presses a hand to his head, fingertips curved against his brow.]
...I guess I have no choice but to wait and see what it does to my brand too.