Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5543592-20150521195216

Scire scanned the area, walking around a bit, and was disturbed. He could sense it all around. The castle reeked of it. Each step he took coated his eyes with a new layer of the caustic fog that was death. And it brought him into a panic. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shot, and covered them with his elbow, as if that would help.

"You hanging in there?" He heard someone, most likely a guard, call to him.

Scire made no attempt to reply, he just reeled back, wiping the sides of his eyes. It felt as though someone had poured acid in them, and they had begun tearing up. He was still growing into his magic, and when it was exposed to such intense stimulus it sometimes overwhelmed him.

He shoved his way out of the gates of the castle, not thinking quite as clearly as he wanted, and stumbled away from it, looking for solitude.