>> You'll keep playing the guy who leaves

[witchmaker]

[ She's on her knees in a snow drift. She has snow everywhere, clinging to her gloves, her hair, her cloak, as though she's been digging through it frantically. In one hand she's holding a golden hoop. She slides it on her wrist, but rather than looking triumphant, she seems to break down, curling into a ball to sob. ]I found it... I found it so

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[immortalmistake]

Angie...? [He's at her side in a moment, hands on her shoulders.] Angie, what is it? What happened?

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[witchmaker]

[ Hello, last person she wants to see right now. She mops at her eyes. ] Nothing! Nothing.

[immortalmistake]

[And he crouches down so he can put his arm around her shoulders and turn her head toward him with his free hand.] Hey. Tell me.

[witchmaker]

K...

Koren. He left.

[damnfinecoffee]

...you alright?

[witchmaker]

[ She sniffles and nods a bit, not looking up. ]

[damnfinecoffee]

[He sighs, and hands her a pack of disposable tissues. He seems to have been giving them out a lot lately...]

[polite_sinner]

. . . Is everything alright?

[witchmaker]

He-- A friend of mine. He left.

[polite_sinner]

Goodness, I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?

[witchmaker]

I, when I got up this morning, no one had seen him. I wanted to talk to him after-- but... I can't find him, he's not in the castle, he must've...

[extutela]

[He homes in on the broken-heartedness like only an angel with a sixth sense for love can. He has his wings out again--it feels strange to go with them hidden away for too long.] My dear--

[He's not going to bother asking if she's all right, but he wills some hot chocolate into existence and presses the cup into her hands, crouching in front of her.] Shall we get you out of the snow?

[witchmaker]

[ The sudden hot cocoa in her hands is so surprising she doesn't even have time to wipe away the tears running down her face.

She'd had cocoa with him last night. Oh, Koren... ] I.

[extutela]

[He tries to coax her to her feet.] We'll find some place to sit and get things sorted out, all right dear?

[lamb_of_gold]

Angela? What troubles you so?

[witchmaker]

Koren. He left.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Crouches beside her]Koren?

[witchmaker]

His things are all gone. And he left his [ she lifts the arm with the bracelet on it ] in the library. He's gone.