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The great stone-walled room the Old Ones have taken over is filled with chairs and lined with beds hastily brought in some weeks ago. Sometimes one or another wanders beyond, of course, to the hallways or the library or the sunlit gardens, but there's little spare energy for that these days. Maintaining the web of complex spells takes enough attention and work that most of them come off a shift exhausted, and when carrying the greater burden of the spells there's only so much focus one can spare for anything else.
Will's been asleep. He stirs, now, and rolls over slowly. Something's altered; shift change, he thinks, and rubs a hand across bleary eyes.
And then sits up abruptly, suddenly hearing the murmurs of startled question around him. Because, yes, it's time for the second group of Old Ones to take on their share of the magic -- but that's not all that's changed.
Will's been asleep. He stirs, now, and rolls over slowly. Something's altered; shift change, he thinks, and rubs a hand across bleary eyes.
And then sits up abruptly, suddenly hearing the murmurs of startled question around him. Because, yes, it's time for the second group of Old Ones to take on their share of the magic -- but that's not all that's changed.