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[respired]

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

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[ackingcraycray]

[She might have swept through a few of the other responses here too, a mounting dread growing in her gut.]

Koltira? Is this like some magic sickness? You don't think you caught it from the deer guys, do you?

[respired]

[ aw, mabes ... he has to laugh at that, albeit weakly. ]

No, Mabel. It is something to do with whatever trouble plagues this world. I think.

[ackingcraycray]

Nooooooooooooooooooo! But the magic's what's keeping you alive isn't it?!

[respired]

[ He sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]

In a manner of speaking. Yes.

[ackingcraycray]

But then....you'll die if it goes away...

[respired]

Truthfully, I am not quite sure what will happen. But that is a concern.

[ackingcraycray]

NO. I won't stand for it!

We're gonna find a way out of this. I'll climb into the volcano myself if I have to, YOU'RE NOT DYING ON MY WATCH

[respired]

[ His eyes widen. ]

There will be no need to climb into a volcano, I'm sure.

[ Probably?? ]

It is all right, Mabel. My kind are hard to kill.

[ackingcraycray]

They won't be if your magic undeadness goes away.

[respired]

It will simplify the job. But perhaps this matter may be remedied before then.

[ He doesn't sound particularly optimistic. Not that he's really capable of such things. ]

[ackingcraycray]

I'll make sure of it.

[And by Jove, she means it.]