Only when the intruder is well and truly gone does the power of the Light fade from around the Old Ones. The urge to find something to lean against, some measure of outside support, is nearly overpowering.
Merlion rakes a hand through his hair, an impatient gesture masking both exhaustion and tightly-controlled fury. All clear, is the silent message he sends to the others of the Circle. For the present. Hold fast for now.
When he finally speaks aloud, addressing Bran, his voice is quiet and rough. 'Are you unharmed?'
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Date: 2007-04-20 03:05 am (UTC)Merlion rakes a hand through his hair, an impatient gesture masking both exhaustion and tightly-controlled fury. All clear, is the silent message he sends to the others of the Circle. For the present. Hold fast for now.
When he finally speaks aloud, addressing Bran, his voice is quiet and rough. 'Are you unharmed?'