Merlin chuckled, a ghost of a sound as he accompanied her. "We can't have that, now. Remember, I am a villain, or a dastard, or some such. Something, something, danger zone, as an odd young man once said."
He chuckled again, and quietly accompanied her.
He faded into view in her room, eyes on her. The turmoil was obvious, and he shook his head, worried about her, yet. Some wounds were hard to shake.
"Merely, for me to begin the spell, then make myself scarce, as a gentleman should, so you can finish getting ready for bed." His smile was a little teasing as he swept to her bed, and gently touched the side of it.
From inside his clothing came a small pouch, and out of it, a small herb. "Willowbark. An old remedy, useful in groundings. I have the rest of the cutting in my room, and the living plant hiding in the Arboretum. This way, the spell is connected between us, and to the life hub of this place."
This night, Merlin and life itself will step in on Beverly's side. It is a war he has no intention of losing.
From his mouth, then spilled old words, ancient ones, and his hands glowed as he set the herb near her bed. Merlin called on life, and magic, and they responded. Far off in the Arboretum a wind without wind ruffled the plants, and they seemed almost to whisper, Life sitting up and noticing as an old ally called it once more.
For a moment, he looked taller, more powerful, as if the colors of the rainbow and of light itself flowed through him, and were part of him. Age and years faded, and the image of a younger man, even more handsome, more powerful stood within his image for as moment, then slowly, as the glow spread over her bed, then faded, so did that image, and it was the Merlin who had been talking to her who turned to her.
"The preparation is done, milady." He smiled warmly. "YOU may, ah, prepare thyself when you wish. I will sense when you began to sleep, from my room. Then will the rest of the spell flow. Any questions?"
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He chuckled again, and quietly accompanied her.
He faded into view in her room, eyes on her. The turmoil was obvious, and he shook his head, worried about her, yet. Some wounds were hard to shake.
"Merely, for me to begin the spell, then make myself scarce, as a gentleman should, so you can finish getting ready for bed." His smile was a little teasing as he swept to her bed, and gently touched the side of it.
From inside his clothing came a small pouch, and out of it, a small herb. "Willowbark. An old remedy, useful in groundings. I have the rest of the cutting in my room, and the living plant hiding in the Arboretum. This way, the spell is connected between us, and to the life hub of this place."
This night, Merlin and life itself will step in on Beverly's side. It is a war he has no intention of losing.
From his mouth, then spilled old words, ancient ones, and his hands glowed as he set the herb near her bed. Merlin called on life, and magic, and they responded. Far off in the Arboretum a wind without wind ruffled the plants, and they seemed almost to whisper, Life sitting up and noticing as an old ally called it once more.
For a moment, he looked taller, more powerful, as if the colors of the rainbow and of light itself flowed through him, and were part of him. Age and years faded, and the image of a younger man, even more handsome, more powerful stood within his image for as moment, then slowly, as the glow spread over her bed, then faded, so did that image, and it was the Merlin who had been talking to her who turned to her.
"The preparation is done, milady." He smiled warmly. "YOU may, ah, prepare thyself when you wish. I will sense when you began to sleep, from my room. Then will the rest of the spell flow. Any questions?"