[ Apollo - or Apollod, in this case, but she's not calling him that - is definitely distracted by the colorful, flitting insect. He dashes off because Rose can see what's gotten his attention this time. She actually hears it before anything, brows furrowing at the tiny shout. The blond breaks through the underbrush herself to see the scene unfolding. Apollod looks as apologetic as a dog can before panting out an, ]
Apologies. I could not help myself. [ He's a lot more eloquent than she'd ever actually pictured Apollo, honestly, but she's getting used to it. Speaking of eloquent, her eyes cast up now at the person coming into view and- ]
Magnus? [ she asks, despite herself. Is this her Magnus? After the Caleb that was not her Caleb, she's definitely wary of multiversal imposters. ]
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Apologies. I could not help myself. [ He's a lot more eloquent than she'd ever actually pictured Apollo, honestly, but she's getting used to it. Speaking of eloquent, her eyes cast up now at the person coming into view and- ]
Magnus? [ she asks, despite herself. Is this her Magnus? After the Caleb that was not her Caleb, she's definitely wary of multiversal imposters. ]