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[h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2]
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[center]Interacting with: Time Lord[/center]

Ferrin looked down, a shadow covered his face.

[color=silver]“I can not stop living in the past, Patrick. Everything I worked for is there. Everything care about is there. My...my family is there.”[/color] He murmured. [color=silver] “They are always on my mind, consuming my every moment. Even in sleep can I remember them.”[/color] He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. [color=silver] “I suspect you know how I ended up in this time, but did I ever tell you in your future? ...I have a child. My wife was pregnant when I last saw her.”[/color] He looked at Patrick, his eyes full of pain. [color=silver] “I am a father, Patrick. A father. And I abandoned my child. I was careless and overconfident, prideful. And for my pride my child has grown up without their daddy.”[/color] Ferrin clenched his jaw. [color=silver] “Hell if I know why I am telling you this. For some reason you are easy to talk to. You slip past my guard, and I hate that. I feel like I should know you. Maybe that is because I will, or did, or already do. Did you know? I saw book somewhere once, on conjugating time-travel verbs, [i]Dr. Dan Streetmentioner’s Time Traveller’s Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations[/i]. The shop owner told me that no one has ever gotten past the ‘Future Semi-Conditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional’ before giving up, and so the copy he had was blank past that particular chapter.”[/color] Ferrin rambled to himself, as if he had forgotten Patrick was there. [color=silver]“Or maybe I just need to tell someone. That island is a reminder of my past. Going there would feel like accepting it is dead and I must move on. If I stay, maybe I can hold on to the lie that I can go back that I can undo my mistake and see my family, my guild and my blood, again.”[/color]

As he spoke, invisible magic gathered around him. It began to rise from his body is a clear, glowing silver mist. It seethed and surged the longer he spoke, puffing out with every breath. Around him, little spontaneous anomalies occurred. Ice creeped over the stone at his feet, which begain to crack as if prssed by a great force. Electrical sparks leapt from his metal arm. The water in the canal ripped away from him. Flame danced around head, the was a pop and the smell of burnt hair could be faintly smelled. The wind stirred and swirled around him.

Ferrin aruptly seemed to realize what he was saying and the storm of magic gathered around him. His eye twiched and anger crossed his face, followed by shame, which was quickly smothered and turned into an impassioned mask. With an irritated flick of his hand, the storm stilled. [color=silver]“I have said too much.”[/color] He walked away, wrestling with his emotions and his magic. He had said too much, too soon. He technically barely knew the man and yet...

[color=silver][i]I need to calm down. That was the point of coming out here in the first place. Damn Patrick for coming by and ruining that. I need to stay in control. Control is the only thing I have left to me. Calm, Magus. Remember your lessons...[/i][/color]

[@Caits]