[Here he is! He looks slightly more worn down than the last time he was in the manor, scraped up across the face here and there with the flush of red that comes from long exposure to the cold. But he'll easily extend his own heating spell towards Jing Yuan as a gesture, though it will only work if they stay relatively close together.]
The North isn't so kind, dear Jing Yuan.
Let's make quick work of what we need to do here.
[Behind Solomon, the long expanse of trees seems to shift, warping, the white of the snow bathing into tiles of red and pink and gold, windows of enormous height that show a sky as dark as night. The muffling of voices from all sides, the sound of guards protesting behind them at a figure unseen. It's like a mirage in its quality, hard to grasp without focus.
Solomon's face tightens a bit, but his attention stays on Jing Yuan.]
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The North isn't so kind, dear Jing Yuan.
Let's make quick work of what we need to do here.
[Behind Solomon, the long expanse of trees seems to shift, warping, the white of the snow bathing into tiles of red and pink and gold, windows of enormous height that show a sky as dark as night. The muffling of voices from all sides, the sound of guards protesting behind them at a figure unseen. It's like a mirage in its quality, hard to grasp without focus.
Solomon's face tightens a bit, but his attention stays on Jing Yuan.]