WHO: Caleb Widogast & Eadwulf Grieve WHAT: Sad Wizard Men & Complicated Feels About Magic WHEN: Late Tuesday, August 10 WARNINGS: TBA! Probably angst and sadness or some bickering. STATUS: In Progress!
Caleb knew it was a longshot, coming here, but he couldn’t stop himself. It had been Essek’s idea to invite Eadwulf to the Xhorhaus, should he find himself in need of a place to stay, and Caleb had been thankful for that offering even if he knew Eadwulf would not have agreed.
He had agreed to let Wulf be. To stay out of his hair, and to give him space. He was clearly going back on that right now, but wasn’t especially sorry. Just worried.
Jester was gone. Gilmore unconscious. They had looked, they had researched. Caleb himself had dug into Gilmore’s research, taking as many notes as he possibly could just in case he went down and out for the count as well. Essek was slowly draining spell power, Caleb could feel his own weakening. It wasn’t nearly as bad as some but he was also overly familiar with fluctuating magic. Fluctuating magic that brought back a whole host of memories, mostly bad, some good. The good ones wove in and out of the bad, speckling in some joy and comfort throughout, but the bad still outweighed them by a good measure.
One of those good memories - for some of the time, anyway, was a brilliant mind was being kept out of this research, this circle, and Caleb was also concerned something would happen to Eadwulf and he would not know it.
That was what brought him here, to Eadwulf’s stoop. Knocking on a door with books in his arms, hoping that the door would at least be answered.