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Once they got closer, the person was easier to see. Beneath all that fur was Ishmael, everyone's favorite peace deity. His hair was an absolute rat's nest, complete with random twigs poking out. He flashed the two of them a tired grin. "Hello," he greeted. "I wouldn't recommend flying in this weather. I'm sure you could manage it, but it wouldn't be fun. Want a s'more? I can make you one."

He offered the marshmallow, which was burnt at the edges, to Magnus. Despite the cold, Ishmael's hands were bare. They were scraped and bruised, like he had recently tried to fight a wall.