See this, and see it well; perhaps it would do'ya to know that the unicorn of which we will soon speak, can now see as well.
His mirror, was still broken. Shattered, from where the boy-king had stepped through, and never repaired. It was only until a few days ago, that Myrddin had ventured into the cave to see the sight with his own eyes. Nay, not with his own eyes, with his new eyes. With eyes gifted to him from the Goddess of the night herself. Through this new gaze he saw not only the forms and outlines of the living, but of the life-force beating within. Deep within all things, he could see the flourishing and fleeting pulse - the wasted and pitiful attempts to cling to the white-hot spark of life. Could he channel that energy? Could he mold it? He had sought the wisdom of the Time Lord in his cave, only to discover the crack in his mirror was still there. Fearing that the Lord would be pulled in and out of time, should he try to step through, Myrddin remained silent. Instead, his old bones had roamed Helovia, in search of the God, but always arriving too late.
Now, he returned home. He would beckon the Lord through the glass, if that was his only option.
Once upon a time his blinded eyes and deafened ears might have missed the meeting which was occurring, but now, the glare that such a group threw to his new-age eyes, was impossibly to resist. Slowly, with age and diligence, the Haruspex trudged forward. His aged and weary body was not without wear and tear from his travels, yet he was no closer to death than when he had left. Silently, he contemplated all that was said; his ancient philosophical mind greedily taking in the information - noting what might be pertinent to ask, when he did call upon the Patron of their lands.
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