Re: Eddie & Adaar (& Open)
Eddie shifted, his feet rustling the dried leaves covering the ground. "As ready as we'll ever be. There are more of them."
More wolves had come yesterday, or overnight, and they stood, facing Mount Weather, already baring their teeth in grotesque grimaces. Eddie crossed his arms, frowning. "Are you superstitious, Adaar?"
Eddie wasn't, normally. But the Grim he'd been seeing -- that had thrown him off. He wasn't normally given to taking omens seriously; but he was magical, and he'd been raised completely in the culture. There was, and always would be, a kernal of truth to the dozens of superstitions that peppered the magical world, ways in which divination was a legitimate branch of magic.
The Grim was one of them, even if people tended to scoff at it.