[The wind isn't too dangerous of Merlin to try. A bit obscure. Only a real magic-user would be able to tell what it was. He just hoped they weren't malevolent.
A surge of paranoia rushes over him and he crouches behind a tree. The sparks are sort of cute; there's a sort of mischievousness to it, and he smiles.
He speaks a few more words, and Oswin's sparks gather between his hands, taking the shape of an elk. Another word, and the elk of sparks gallops back towards the other mage.]
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Date: 2013-10-28 03:24 am (UTC)A surge of paranoia rushes over him and he crouches behind a tree. The sparks are sort of cute; there's a sort of mischievousness to it, and he smiles.
He speaks a few more words, and Oswin's sparks gather between his hands, taking the shape of an elk. Another word, and the elk of sparks gallops back towards the other mage.]