Caleb Widogast (trashwizard) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-02-15 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | caleb widogast, mollymauk tealeaf |
WHO Caleb and Mollymauk
WHAT Reunited
WHERE Everdale Marketplace
WHEN Saturday Morning
The sun rose over the horizon and, with it, Everdale's weekend market came to life. The colorful tents and stalls unfolded as folk plied their goods and trades for profit and entertainment. A wizard walked the streets and alleys, and a small orange cat followed him. He was dirty and unshaven, and it had probably been a good three days since he'd bathed. His clothes were likewise dirty and worn, and a long coat was his only protection against the winter cold. People did not pay him much mind as he walked, many assuming he was some street beggar looking for handouts. In some respect, they weren't wrong.
Caleb looked around with tired eyes. Everdale reminded him of the Empire and the cold made it all the more believable as home. The bright colors of the tents distracted his overworked mind, stretched thin like butter over too much bread. The smell of food was the next thing that enticed him. When was the last time he had eaten? What was he looking for?
Magic. He was looking for magic.
Two bandaged hands rubbed his already red eyes. Gods Beyond, it was hard to focus. He felt a paw press against his calf, followed by a meowl of alarm as Frumpkin darted forward.
"Frumpkin!" He shouted, "Wohin gehst du?"
His familiar was rarely so willful. Caleb followed suit, shouting after the cat as he darted through the street. What had the fey creature sensed? He briefly lost sight, but turning the corner he found that the cat had taken a shine to some street performer, walking a circle around one leg before rubbing his cheek against the calf affectionately.
Except this wasn't just some street performer. Caleb's mouth fell open.
"Mollymauk?"