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[threesecrets]

 

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[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.