BluePhyre

The shingles are uncomfortable, especially due his jeans. They are old and ripped in their most abused places – the knees, mostly, though the back pockets were battered enough to hold neither wand nor wallet – and worn thin by time. No longer a strong, protective material, he isn't sure why he has kept them. They are an artifact of the past year, and even a well-aimed Tergeo had barely been able to take the blood and the dirt out of the rugged material. His feet hurt, too, as he walks across the roof of his grandmother's house. It is still damp from a summer storm, not entirely passed. Even in July, the Isles remain soggy. How long