Garrett so very suddenly remembered why he loathed cities. They were crowded, and though thanks to Fell's enormous presence beside him (and his flashing fangs) he wasn't jostled, but the noise and scents were disorientating. Nauseating, even, giving him a sense of vertigo as if he was standing on a cliff's edge and forever damned to take a step not knowing if it was the drop off, or if it was safe. Not even his fierce grip in the fur of Fell's scruff could fully banish the sickening sensation in his gut. His wand (well, staff really), helped as well, tapping the ground before him to make sure no obstacles were in his path, but it made the back of his neck prickle.

He swore he could feel the eyes on him, if not because of the direwolf keeping pace beside him, then for the 'tap-tap' of his staff giving away what was wrong with him. It burned on his tongue like acid, foul and bile, and distracted him from Fell's gradual shifting away from his side, up until he bolted out of Garrett's grip with a rumbling sound of warning. The youth stumbled, instantly reeling, and a horrid feeling of vulnerability washed over him. "Fell!" He barked out, hearing the wolf's mighty pawsteps to his right, and with a flash of temper he waved a hand, slinging a ball of mud with his magic in the direction of the direwolf in anger.

But then a warm tongue lapped against his left cheek, and his milky eyes went wide. He had heard the ball hit something, and hesitantly he reached out, fingertips brushing just feather-light the soft skin of someon-oh good void he had hit someone. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, I was aiming for my f-friend." He stammered out, hand yanking back, his other once more seeking the safety of Fell's scruff, and the feel of the great wolf leaning against him soothed some of his worry.

Angela was in Adeluna looking over all of her clergy branches and her healing quarters. It did the goddess some good to get out once in a while and mingle with the people who followed her faith. She took personal care in making sure each place had the supplies they needed just in case of an emergency. They were also a good source of rumors for any plagues or troubles that the continent might be having at the time. It kept the goddess in the loop where Foxglove and Serci could not.

She was so distracted, in fact, that she had no idea that there was a ball of mud being hurled towards her. The mud rolled down the blue silk of her fine dress and the goddess seemed taken back a bit. It wasn’t every day that her chosen element would dirty her. Green and red eyes peered up at the one who was apologizing her to her. A soft smile crossed her face as she realized the poor boy couldn’t see. He was feeling her arm and she tilted her head softly. “Don’t worry about it. There is no harm done when it is only mud.”

She brushed the mud off and swirled her finger as magic pressure built up around the two of them. The mud dried and fell off leaving nothing but the shimmer of the fabric behind. “There, nothing to worry about.” She took his hands softly and guided them down the fabric where the mud had hit. “See? Are you just passing through Adeluna or do you have a destination?” Her other hand went to the wolf’s head as she gently stroked the wolf’s ear. This boy intrigued her if only because his manners were right and the look in his eyes despite not being able to see. “If I must say the magic you used in the ball of mud was splendid. It was just the right amount for what you were trying to do. Good mana conservation is needed for all good mages, masters and students alike.”