[ dextera shakes his head. he hadn’t meant to interrupt, which is why he ducks his head with some guilt, but he doesn’t run away since the whole thing has already been thrown off. somehow, it seems worse to him to show up, distract rand, and then leave in the same instant as if nothing happened.
he steps a little further out of his hiding spot instead and moves his eyes from rand up to the sky, palm held out like he’s anticipating a rainstorm. ]
…?
[ it’s hard to say whether he thinks it’s actually coming, or if he’s just inquiring about the status of the spell now that it’s been dissipated. ]
no subject
he steps a little further out of his hiding spot instead and moves his eyes from rand up to the sky, palm held out like he’s anticipating a rainstorm. ]
…?
[ it’s hard to say whether he thinks it’s actually coming, or if he’s just inquiring about the status of the spell now that it’s been dissipated. ]