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[threesecrets]

[He says he followed his nose and Ronan tilts his head slightly, not entirely sure what to make of it. He assumes he can sense the energy here; not that Ronan's ever been any good at it when he's awake, when he's not standing on the ley line like he is here. But that makes him.. what, a dreamer? Someone like the Sargents, or like Adam had been, awake to the currents of it?

He didn't know, and it wasn't precisely his style to just ask.

The dark-haired young man doesn't seem quite so inhibited, however. Ronan could just not answer, but it seems rather after the fact when he's already standing here. He doesn't tell him what it is, because that's complicated, and he doesn't know just yet how much he wants to give away about himself.]

Its name is Lindenmere.

[There's something off in the way that he says it. He says it the way you say my friend's name is Adam, not like the name of a place. There's a pause, and he seems to consider something, rolling it over before looking at him, his gaze almost overly intent.]

It doesn't know you. You should say hello- this place doesn't usually like strangers.

[Which yes, could just be a weird way of trying to get the boy to say his name, but Ronan is clearly rather serious about it. He says it almost like a warning, like he isn't the dangerous thing here. He also doesn't hold himself like someone who thinks they're in danger, though. But maybe it's just because he isn't a stranger.

There's a faint caw from just above the trees- like there's a raven nearby.]

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[Lindenmere didn't mean anything to him. Things like 'it doesn't know you' and 'this place doesn't usually like strangers' gave him more to go off. With phrases like that, it could be assumed this place was sentient. To some degree. Or maybe it wasn't really a forest at all but some sort of nature spirit in disguise. Did it know what he was? He hoped vampires weren't offensive to it, or things like the fact he'd eaten unicorns. They had been sustainably farmed, after all.

He considered the suggestion for a moment, looking around like he expected to see someone or something there besides the two of them. He didn't smell or hear anything, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd missed something. If he hadn't been acutely aware of how magical this place was, he would've scoffed at the idea of saying hello to it.

Still, he took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and tried not to look like he felt awkward (he did, but he didn't want to let on that he did).]

Hello, Lindenmere. [He didn't suppose an American forest would have heard of his family name, so he didn't bother with a proper introduction.] My name is Basil.

[His gaze flickered back to the other boy.]

You can call me Baz. Whatever happened here, I felt it from London.

[threesecrets]

[Really, the biggest indicator that he actually is talking to the forest is that Ronan doesn't mock him after he does introduce himself. There's no punchline here, after all. Just a new forest, coursing with magic in every leaf.

There's a whisper among the leaves, a sound that shifts from the murmur of a breeze through the foliage to what sounds like words spoken in Latin. A greeting, permission to stay. Baz is likely adept enough in the language to realize its pronunciation is oddly in line with modern renditions of Classical Latin. So not a lost dryad from Ancient Rome- probably.

Ronan shrugs his shoulders, but he looks- somewhat uneasy.]

From London? You have got to be fucking kidding me.

[Ronan hoped he was, even if the fact that Basil had found this place gave a certain weight to his words. He couldn't think why he'd lie about coming from London, either. He didn't seem like Declan- like he lied just because he was breathing. Besides, Basil sure does sound like a name that someone from the UK would have. And the fact that he outright says it this time- I felt it- it makes Ronan a little less self-conscious about admitting that he's something impossible too. Magic.]

I.. took this place from my dreams. A few days ago, give or take- time gets weird in here.

[He just hoped that it was just Basil that had felt it. That he wasn't about to have all the members of the magical black market that his older brother had been trying to keep him safe from crawling down on top of him. On the plus side, if he was- at least none of his friends were here to get hurt, at least Matthew was still safe in DC. He was probably still being reckless, but Ronan was almost always reckless.]

I'm Ronan.