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aroughtempestiwillraise) wrote2024-05-11 02:59 pm
aroughtempestiwillraise) wrote2024-05-11 02:59 pm
73 Serendipity Place, Saturday Afternoon
Well, what exactly was a wizard without their tower? Their sanctum, their private location for research and respite from the world! Which meant Gale had, of course, brought his along with him. In a perfectly reasonable fashion for one who still bore the title of Archmage, of course.
He studied the architecture of the buildings around the location before displacing the building to make room for his very discreet tower. With a few cosmetic tweaks to allow it to fit in quite nicely. Shorter, of course. A mere three stories. On the outside, at least. The inside was still, after all, a wizard's tower.
"There, you can hardly even tell it's been changed," Gale said, brushing his hands together like he needed to clean them after such an arduous physical task it was to raise them long enough to channel the weave for this.
"I was promised a satisfactory meal, Mr. Dekarios," Tara chimed in, trotting past him to slip in through a spell of her own design. Tara's catflap of displacement rather than wait for him to open the door for her. It would hardly have large scale use, but it was hers nonetheless.
"Of course, of course," he said, trailing after her into the building. "How remiss of me."
[establishy!]
He studied the architecture of the buildings around the location before displacing the building to make room for his very discreet tower. With a few cosmetic tweaks to allow it to fit in quite nicely. Shorter, of course. A mere three stories. On the outside, at least. The inside was still, after all, a wizard's tower.
"There, you can hardly even tell it's been changed," Gale said, brushing his hands together like he needed to clean them after such an arduous physical task it was to raise them long enough to channel the weave for this.
"I was promised a satisfactory meal, Mr. Dekarios," Tara chimed in, trotting past him to slip in through a spell of her own design. Tara's catflap of displacement rather than wait for him to open the door for her. It would hardly have large scale use, but it was hers nonetheless.
"Of course, of course," he said, trailing after her into the building. "How remiss of me."
[establishy!]