[ Ivor peers out from beneath dirty silver-blonde hair, his narrow chin set in a determined little frown. His perpetual expression, large blue eyes surprisingly ferocious at close range. He is a wisp of a thing, even smaller than Hekate, but something brims inside of him. Something not quite Hill magic. Not quite.
He keeps his head tucked down between his shoulders, an animal stance, carefully coiled to run or to strike. He licks his lips, as if it takes him effort to prepare for speech. ]
Hello, Magus.
[ He tucks the feathered golem in against his chest, like a child hugging a stuffed bear. An odd little hyena, neither man nor beast. Young nor old. A twilight creature of potential. Ivor tilts his head, isn't what he came to ask. He is not used to acting on his own. ]
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He keeps his head tucked down between his shoulders, an animal stance, carefully coiled to run or to strike. He licks his lips, as if it takes him effort to prepare for speech. ]
Hello, Magus.
[ He tucks the feathered golem in against his chest, like a child hugging a stuffed bear. An odd little hyena, neither man nor beast. Young nor old. A twilight creature of potential. Ivor tilts his head, isn't what he came to ask. He is not used to acting on his own. ]
What... are you doing?