[ Movement glints out from the matte pool of tiny shadows as it pours over between talismans, seeking shape, coherence. The relief he feels when it works is palpable. His craft might be absolute back home, but here, he's still not so used to how magic and form can blend. Subaru knows it can't be easy, trying to define a container that struggles to attach itself to. It's a shadow, after all. Attached to the entity or object that creates it rather than written and set loose.
Once the arrow appears, he swivels the handful of paper in that direction. Using the cat like a compass, he starts off, the tap of his footsteps sinking into the slightly spongy ground rife with fungal matter.
Maybe, he thinks with a cold clarity, it's better if he jogs. ]
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Once the arrow appears, he swivels the handful of paper in that direction. Using the cat like a compass, he starts off, the tap of his footsteps sinking into the slightly spongy ground rife with fungal matter.
Maybe, he thinks with a cold clarity, it's better if he jogs. ]