Would that I might have witnessed this confrontation.
A bit of business, a little scare; what could be better? What’s more beautiful than my wolf prowling, and flashing fangs?
Ah Love, you do turn your Daddy wild. >;3
[ … ] Telling, that phrase: ‘A bit of business.’ I think of it as one of mine. Perhaps another point of evidence suggesting what we were.
For the rest—
These flaws. You’re right to name them loci of destruction; discrepancies of this sort shouldn’t be possible. There shouldn’t be any flaws. Not given what I know of magic and of this curse; not given the care I took - and that together, we must certainly have taken - in its composition.
Magic is given to fluctuations. Small, mm, flourishes of over-exuberant energies that bloom within vagaries of term or of intention. Magic’s own little loopholes, if you will.
I would have accounted for this. And seeing how well my Puppy sniffs opportunities between contractual lines, I’m certain you would have been vigilant, as well. Regina may have muddled the curse, but then I taught her care as well. More likely, I suspect that whatever befell you and I destabilized some core component of our curse.
[ … ]
I’m curious as well, to know how many others slip beyond the curse’s grasp.
It might be worth discerning whether Regina knows who Rowan is. Who Corbin is, only [ … ] I’m reluctant to bring his name to her. Better, perhaps, that he pass under the radar.
We’ll need to do a little digging, Love. To discern the one our mayor doesn’t recognize. To discern who slips my knowledge, or your own.
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A bit of business, a little scare; what could be better? What’s more beautiful than my wolf prowling, and flashing fangs?
Ah Love, you do turn your Daddy wild. >;3
[ … ] Telling, that phrase: ‘A bit of business.’ I think of it as one of mine. Perhaps another point of evidence suggesting what we were.
For the rest—
These flaws. You’re right to name them loci of destruction; discrepancies of this sort shouldn’t be possible. There shouldn’t be any flaws. Not given what I know of magic and of this curse; not given the care I took - and that together, we must certainly have taken - in its composition.
Magic is given to fluctuations. Small, mm, flourishes of over-exuberant energies that bloom within vagaries of term or of intention. Magic’s own little loopholes, if you will.
I would have accounted for this. And seeing how well my Puppy sniffs opportunities between contractual lines, I’m certain you would have been vigilant, as well. Regina may have muddled the curse, but then I taught her care as well. More likely, I suspect that whatever befell you and I destabilized some core component of our curse.
[ … ]
I’m curious as well, to know how many others slip beyond the curse’s grasp.
It might be worth discerning whether Regina knows who Rowan is. Who Corbin is, only [ … ] I’m reluctant to bring his name to her. Better, perhaps, that he pass under the radar.
We’ll need to do a little digging, Love. To discern the one our mayor doesn’t recognize. To discern who slips my knowledge, or your own.