Oh, great. That sounds like a kid. Great work, Dresden. He's blown out the lights wherever the hell they are and he's tripped over a kid.
"Hang on there, kid."
Harry reaches to his throat with his good hand and reaches for the silver amulet resting against the fabric of his shirt. He's already killed the lights, so a little more magic probably isn't going to hurt.
He hopes.
He reaches for the amulet, gathering his will and channeling it into the silver emblem, making it glow blue, perhaps a little eerie in the sudden dark. He winces as he holds it out, the light throwing shadows of more than one suddenly endarkened person.
Harry Dresden knows how to make an entrance. Goes with the black coat.
Before Harry has a chance to decide what to do next, Mouse makes the move for him, trotting forward on his lead, with a firm determination that gives Harry little choice but to either follow him or wind up bowled over by the sheer force of the big dog's determination.
Mouse seems to have a destination in mind. It is, of course, the fallen kid, and when they get to him, Mouse noses over, sniffing at the ground, then pressing his nose to the boy. In the dim lights of the amulet, Harry can see Mouse's tail waving, whatever it was he'd been growling at apparently forgotten.
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"Hang on there, kid."
Harry reaches to his throat with his good hand and reaches for the silver amulet resting against the fabric of his shirt. He's already killed the lights, so a little more magic probably isn't going to hurt.
He hopes.
He reaches for the amulet, gathering his will and channeling it into the silver emblem, making it glow blue, perhaps a little eerie in the sudden dark. He winces as he holds it out, the light throwing shadows of more than one suddenly endarkened person.
Harry Dresden knows how to make an entrance. Goes with the black coat.
Before Harry has a chance to decide what to do next, Mouse makes the move for him, trotting forward on his lead, with a firm determination that gives Harry little choice but to either follow him or wind up bowled over by the sheer force of the big dog's determination.
Mouse seems to have a destination in mind. It is, of course, the fallen kid, and when they get to him, Mouse noses over, sniffing at the ground, then pressing his nose to the boy. In the dim lights of the amulet, Harry can see Mouse's tail waving, whatever it was he'd been growling at apparently forgotten.
"You okay there?"