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Of all things he could expect on this trip to Ireland, this wasn't one of them.
That beautiful night Stephen Strange had decided to go out for a walk to clear his mind, his sorcerer clothes hidden with a spell so he wouldn't catch the people's attention, when he came across a really strange scene. A little girl lying on the shoreline wearing what looked like a coat made with the pelt of an animal. Besides him there wasn't anybody else nearby and he couldn't tell if she was conscious or not.
"Maybe I shouldn't interfere" He tought "Maybe she got lost and her parents are looking for her right now" But he had been walking for a while and he hadn't seen anyone else.
Whatever the reason of why the kid was in that place his past as a medic and his compassion as a human told him that he just couldn't leave her there, so he approached with caution and when he was near enough he spoke to her, not shure if she would understand or even hear him.
"Hey kid, are you alright?"
she’s fallen asleep on the shoreline, not even bothered by the gentle crash of the tide washing over her. Saoirse’s lucky the night is still and calm.
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"I'm not afraid of you" @strxngedaysahead
The waif blinks slowly, leaning absently towards the other.
Befuddling.
Nightlight clicks once and reaches over to pat at this new friend, as mystifying as they are. Sure, he can understand how some people might be uncomfortable around him, but he really was largely harmless as long as you meant him no harm— and his Tsar forbade him from feeding directly on anyone.
‘Should hope not.’
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The six-year-old had been walking up and down the beach, waiting for her dad and Ben to return from their errands, stopping to investigate the shells and small objects that the tide brought in or that lay buried just below the sand, sometimes jumping in and out of the waves as they crashed on the shore.
It was quiet today, seeing as it was misty, foggy, and just a little bit too cold for most people to go out and spend a day at the seaside. Saoirse didn’t mind it, though. She liked the sea no matter what time of year it was.
Feeling a certain spark in the air, a pull of energy, the little girl looked up from where she was drawing in the sand with a piece of driftwood and turned, looking behind her to see a lone man further off in the distance. Seeing as how he was the only new presence on the beach, she stood, walking up to him curiously and looking up into his face... that is, as best she could as he was really quite tall.
“Why aren’t you with the other fairies?” she asked as if the sentence was perfectly natural. “Are you lost?”
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#strxngedaysahead#thru time all your wondrous knowledge we seek [stephen strange]#idir mé is idir mé féin [verse]#idir am is idir áit [verse]#[ooc] hope this is okay!!#[ooc] let me know if i should change anything!#[ooc] and thanks again for the interest :)
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Ireland, land of magic and mystery, with some of the richest mythology in the world and the most fantastical creatures was certainly a place of interest for Stephen Strange, although they weren't just myths and stories for him anymore since the circumstances, on his search for healing, changed his perspective of reality forever and lead him to become the Sorcerer Supreme.
So there he was, walking by the seashore on a beach of this mystic country, searching an special place.
The day was really cold and a layer of fog covered the land so he didn't expect to find with anyone. How big was his surprise when he saw through the mist a little child playing alone, and even bigger when that child approached to him and made a question so peculiar.
Strange wasn't sure what could make the girl ask something like that, he was sure of using a spell to hide his sorcerer robes. So he looked at her with a surprised look on his face for a few seconds, then he gave her a little smile.
"Oh no, nothing like that, but I'm indeed lost, so..." Then he took out a piece of paper from a pocket of his coat. "Do you know by chance where this place is?" He said showing her a picture of what he was looking for.
The six-year-old had been walking up and down the beach, waiting for her dad and Ben to return from their errands, stopping to investigate the shells and small objects that the tide brought in or that lay buried just below the sand, sometimes jumping in and out of the waves as they crashed on the shore.
It was quiet today, seeing as it was misty, foggy, and just a little bit too cold for most people to go out and spend a day at the seaside. Saoirse didn’t mind it, though. She liked the sea no matter what time of year it was.
Feeling a certain spark in the air, a pull of energy, the little girl looked up from where she was drawing in the sand with a piece of driftwood and turned, looking behind her to see a lone man further off in the distance. Seeing as how he was the only new presence on the beach, she stood, walking up to him curiously and looking up into his face… that is, as best she could as he was really quite tall.
“Why aren’t you with the other fairies?” she asked as if the sentence was perfectly natural. “Are you lost?”
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#the last selkie (withafairy)#master of the mystic arts (strxngedaysahead)#and really thanks to you!
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