[How one wields magic tends to leave a mark, Matthew as an urban sorcerer he lives and breathes the magic of the city. His heartbeat follows the thump of traffic and his breath hints at the smog. This other man is similar, but rather than the city he finds hints of wet peat.]
The flower sharing.
[What ever magic is in those flowers is harmless, but unfamiliar enough to Matthew that he can't do much to stop it.]
hello hello!
The flower sharing.
[What ever magic is in those flowers is harmless, but unfamiliar enough to Matthew that he can't do much to stop it.]
I've never met a druid before. Let's be friends?