The Roof, Saturday Morning

[abitlowkey]

Using magic on the remaining bruises from the complete moron Phobos was the goal for the day. Ikol's advice on the matter had only been mildly helpful (mostly confusing) and so he was left to his own devices on it.

This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.

For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

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[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

Beings in his universe ran at a pretty wide spectrum of standard temperatures, so he wouldn't have thought much of it if not for a tiny tingle of something in the Force that made him blink.

"Oh, right," he said sheepishly. "I just meant it's a lot different from where I came from, so . . . the principle still sort of applies, doesn't it?"

[dressedinblood]

Anna withdrew her hand a little quickly and said, "I think it might be different from everywhere. So, yes, I guess so."