There was definitely something up ahead, almost seeming for a moment like a winged monster from the silhouette with the cloak flapping in the breeze. But it emerged from the fog and she saw it was Lezard with the same bright yellow eyes her doppelganger had possessed. His Shadow.
It might have not been too alarming in itself but there was black oozing from crevices around them and taking shape as sword-wielding dragons. Or their skeletons anyway. And what was the meaning of the XVI? It read as sixteen if it was a Roman numeral but being terrible with all things divination related, she didn't make the connection to the tarot. Whatever the XVI meant, the critters didn't look friendly.
Worse, the Shadow spoke in a mockery of her partner's voice and although flames were materializing from their resonance, Lily sensed a wall going up on his side of the connection. Hand closing around a flame, she willed it to take the shape of the familiar athame but didn't yet attack, mingled uncertainty and hesitation emanating from her end of the connection.
"Lezard, what's the meaning of all of this? What is your double talking about?"
In the early weeks after she first met him, she had wondered if he was hiding something with his evasive answers on certain matters. But then things had happened like how he had thrown himself in the way of that spear to protect her, the other times he'd come to her rescue, the week when they had changed roles as Meister and Weapon. She'd allowed herself to conclude that maybe it didn't matter anymore and had largely stopped attempting to pry into his past. Had she been wrong?
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It might have not been too alarming in itself but there was black oozing from crevices around them and taking shape as sword-wielding dragons. Or their skeletons anyway. And what was the meaning of the XVI? It read as sixteen if it was a Roman numeral but being terrible with all things divination related, she didn't make the connection to the tarot. Whatever the XVI meant, the critters didn't look friendly.
Worse, the Shadow spoke in a mockery of her partner's voice and although flames were materializing from their resonance, Lily sensed a wall going up on his side of the connection. Hand closing around a flame, she willed it to take the shape of the familiar athame but didn't yet attack, mingled uncertainty and hesitation emanating from her end of the connection.
"Lezard, what's the meaning of all of this? What is your double talking about?"
In the early weeks after she first met him, she had wondered if he was hiding something with his evasive answers on certain matters. But then things had happened like how he had thrown himself in the way of that spear to protect her, the other times he'd come to her rescue, the week when they had changed roles as Meister and Weapon. She'd allowed herself to conclude that maybe it didn't matter anymore and had largely stopped attempting to pry into his past. Had she been wrong?