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hadriel_logs2018-08-25 12:12 am
ibiza) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-25 12:12 am
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Who: Margo and Group P
What: Margo is wandering, looking for ingredients for a spell
Where: East Island
When: Earlier today
Warnings: None yet!
It had been days since she’d seen Seth or Leo and Margo had started to feel sick with worry for both of them. She’d tried to cast a location spell, but instead of leading her to her chosen family her magic had failed her. It felt like she should have known this was coming. Things had been so good at their house. She and Seth had mentioned someday getting married and were getting closer. Leo was Leo, still like a little brother that she loved to annoy. Now they were both gone.
She looked pitiable. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she hadn’t felt like putting a whole lot of effort into her appearance. All of her strength was channeled into trying spell after spell, trying to find Seth and Leo.
Margo wandered the island, trying to find enough smooth stones for the next spell she would cast. She was at the point where, if she saw any familiar face, it would have lifted her spirits and spurred her on. It was funny how even the most pessimistic Queen in Fillory could cling to hope when love and family were involved.
What: Margo is wandering, looking for ingredients for a spell
Where: East Island
When: Earlier today
Warnings: None yet!
It had been days since she’d seen Seth or Leo and Margo had started to feel sick with worry for both of them. She’d tried to cast a location spell, but instead of leading her to her chosen family her magic had failed her. It felt like she should have known this was coming. Things had been so good at their house. She and Seth had mentioned someday getting married and were getting closer. Leo was Leo, still like a little brother that she loved to annoy. Now they were both gone.
She looked pitiable. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she hadn’t felt like putting a whole lot of effort into her appearance. All of her strength was channeled into trying spell after spell, trying to find Seth and Leo.
Margo wandered the island, trying to find enough smooth stones for the next spell she would cast. She was at the point where, if she saw any familiar face, it would have lifted her spirits and spurred her on. It was funny how even the most pessimistic Queen in Fillory could cling to hope when love and family were involved.