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He nods to her niceties, agreeing silently that in ways perhaps it was pleasant to meet one as kind as this mare, no matter how her appearance unsettled him inwardly or that he was trying to work with a mare and her bird hovering over his shoulder. For a land full of magic, he thinks, people here spend a lot of time staring at others who happen to have some, as if one’s power should be a secret hidden unless they felt like dealing with a swarm of curious onlookers. He personally was the sort to stare eagerly from a distance, as he had with Kahlua’s wall building or Mirage’s massive dragon shape, unless presented immediately with the arcane as he had been with Amaris’ spirit dragons. He wonders curiously how magically imbibed the woman before him is; it wasn’t so long ago that he was quite ordinary indeed. The Moon’s gift was a fine one; it made him feel more at home in this land of magic and enchantment, a part of something, and so he let the other woman watch as a prophet lets others come to hear his words. There is something holy in the art, as if the magic of the land is the true faith to which each heart thrums and the Gods are only faces of its might. When he returns from the magic in his thoughts, he finds the mare quickly falling upon the jewel he rolls towards her, and his lips form a pleased smile watching her enjoy such a small task so much. As her awe struck question comes to him, he almost wants to laugh, but refrains; it is possible she has not heard of the Glaziers within World’s Edge. Perhaps she has never seen the wall, or the myriad glass objects its people held close to their hearts. "Most anything you can think of is possible," he says, his smile still light on his features, ”the Moon’s gift is dexterous." Glancing at his gourd all that distance away, he bites down a sigh that threatens to escape him at his foolishness of putting all his things so far from him that he cannot show her with a stone. Oh well, he decides; she seems smart enough to understand the meaning of most anything. @[Parelia] |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
