( Mika looks on with a critical eye and Solomon conducts - and recites. His lips purse into a tight frown, tighter still as the tension ripples through the air, and settles into him like an unpleasant memory.
He says nothing until Solomon declares the ritual failed. )
... And what kind of magic was that?
( Besides the very obvious "summoning of something unpleasant." )
no subject
He says nothing until Solomon declares the ritual failed. )
... And what kind of magic was that?
( Besides the very obvious "summoning of something unpleasant." )