[ Gwenhwyfar can't help but look down at the symbols at her (bare) feet. It can't be helped, takes a mental note of them, wondering if they're at all, similar to the dark magic Myrddin had spoken of. A magic that came from the far east and said to come from a king that enslaved 42 demons at his temple.
She doesn't want to linger too long, knowing Crowley has his husband. ]
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She doesn't want to linger too long, knowing Crowley has his husband. ]
Not really, but... I'll do it, anyway.