It was always the smallest things, Mudd thought as he shifted to the next bloody footprint. Broken glass glistened in the light of his spell and the blood glowed a brilliant purple. He focused on every detail, looking for something to give a hint of the killer besides Tormil-style nineteen inch boots.
When he spotted a fleck of yellow bobbing in the glowing blood, he let himself smile slightly. Careful to avoid spoiling evidence, he reach for his tongs.
A Single Speck #mfic #fantasy Show more
So, this story was a little thing about Mudd Fourier, my forensic mage that I wrote a #fantasy story about a number of times including my Journals of Fedran and three short stories about him. I haven't gotten back to him since I'm trying to finish the Sand series, Kaneko's series, and Second-Hand Dresses, my regency-inspired romance. #mficchat