Erkine's office was playing host to more people than just Erskine. Since the 'interviews' were really just a pretence to get a good look at each person's soul, Solomon and Dexter had been saving time by simply having Solomon take a wander through various departments while Dexter muttered names to him so he could place people with their souls. By the time Erskine had actually arrived past midday, there really hadn't been many people left.
Which meant that Solomon and Dexter were now in Erskine's office, also waiting for the angels, while Bliss was sequestered with Corrival and Solomon was discussing the wards with China.
In a way. He laid his hand on the wall and concentrated, feeling out the lines of magic in them which defined the Sanctuary's dimensions and protections. He tilted his head, watching the ripple his hand left on them; not a disturbance, but more like a soft wave lifting debris on the water's surface. Making it known and obvious.
"Can you see it now?" he asked.
"I can see light," Dexter volunteered. "And ... webby. Things."
Solomon raised his other hand, placed it next to the first, and spread them as if trying to clean off the area in-between, or enlarge it on a touchscreen, or simply make it clearer.
"I just saw runes!" Dexter chirped. "Did you see runes? I saw runes."
"May I hire a bodyguard who's actually of age?" Solomon asked dryly, but left his hands where they were. The action, probably due to the intent in it, had made the wards clearer to him as well. The real question was if they'd done the same for China; the Sanctuary's wards dated far back to before Corrival's time. Meritorious, perhaps, had seen its creation, but it could be older than him as well.
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Which meant that Solomon and Dexter were now in Erskine's office, also waiting for the angels, while Bliss was sequestered with Corrival and Solomon was discussing the wards with China.
In a way. He laid his hand on the wall and concentrated, feeling out the lines of magic in them which defined the Sanctuary's dimensions and protections. He tilted his head, watching the ripple his hand left on them; not a disturbance, but more like a soft wave lifting debris on the water's surface. Making it known and obvious.
"Can you see it now?" he asked.
"I can see light," Dexter volunteered. "And ... webby. Things."
Solomon raised his other hand, placed it next to the first, and spread them as if trying to clean off the area in-between, or enlarge it on a touchscreen, or simply make it clearer.
"I just saw runes!" Dexter chirped. "Did you see runes? I saw runes."
"May I hire a bodyguard who's actually of age?" Solomon asked dryly, but left his hands where they were. The action, probably due to the intent in it, had made the wards clearer to him as well. The real question was if they'd done the same for China; the Sanctuary's wards dated far back to before Corrival's time. Meritorious, perhaps, had seen its creation, but it could be older than him as well.