oo1 ♌ a fairytale
Characters: Godric Gryffindor & Vatheon
Location: Nearby the coral
Time: Afternoon sometime.
Style: I'll follow your lead!
Status: OPEN.
[ He awakes feeling cold and wet - as though he has taken an unlikely dip in the lake. Confusion reigns for a moment before he turns to take in his surroundings - and only then does he realise how completely out of place he is. His hand moves straight to his left side, his fingers touching the hilt of his sword (more for reassurance than anything else) before he reaches into his sleeve, drawing out a short piece of wood. ]
This is no magic I have ever seen.
[ He's never been transported without his own consent before, and it was certainly a magical mystery that he would have to retell to Rowenea - when he found his way back to Hogwarts, of course. His brow furrows in thought for a moment as he considers what to do, and then he smiles to himself, shaking his head. There will be people around, surely - though it looks grand and strange, this was a city; obviously so. There was always a kindly person to be found in a great town - he was sure that was how he had met Helga. ]
No fear, friends. I shall be home soon.
[ Not that he assumed the ladies would worry about him too much - he had been in far worse scrapes than this - but their bond had been tightened since Salazar had left them. They had huddled close in their pain and become closer because of it - but that was not something Godric wanted to dwell on. Instead, he worked his way down towards the city, daring to hope. ]
Location: Nearby the coral
Time: Afternoon sometime.
Style: I'll follow your lead!
Status: OPEN.
[ He awakes feeling cold and wet - as though he has taken an unlikely dip in the lake. Confusion reigns for a moment before he turns to take in his surroundings - and only then does he realise how completely out of place he is. His hand moves straight to his left side, his fingers touching the hilt of his sword (more for reassurance than anything else) before he reaches into his sleeve, drawing out a short piece of wood. ]
This is no magic I have ever seen.
[ He's never been transported without his own consent before, and it was certainly a magical mystery that he would have to retell to Rowenea - when he found his way back to Hogwarts, of course. His brow furrows in thought for a moment as he considers what to do, and then he smiles to himself, shaking his head. There will be people around, surely - though it looks grand and strange, this was a city; obviously so. There was always a kindly person to be found in a great town - he was sure that was how he had met Helga. ]
No fear, friends. I shall be home soon.
[ Not that he assumed the ladies would worry about him too much - he had been in far worse scrapes than this - but their bond had been tightened since Salazar had left them. They had huddled close in their pain and become closer because of it - but that was not something Godric wanted to dwell on. Instead, he worked his way down towards the city, daring to hope. ]