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11-29-2015, 02:45 AM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun If Ampere waited rejection, it didn't come. Surprisingly Isopia seemed to garner enjoyment from her display, which Ampere should ave guessed at, but given that her magic was so often used for destructive purposes she had rather forgotten the creative touch she could apply. She smiled genuinely, her excitement rising as Isopia continued to expand on the arrangements. "Orangemoon should give me enough time to prepare," she mused aloud, searching Isopia's face for confirmation before answering the rest of her inquiries. "There are a few of us," she concurred, not sure if Isopia needed exact names or why, so she brushed over it. "Our crafters are rather busy," she confessed, uncertain if she could promise anything. "I'll find you some though," she agreed with sudden force, making up her mind before some random thought could change it. She let her words linger on in silence for a moment before pressing the crafter further. "Do you think it will help?" The idea had largely been her own, and she wondered now if it was going to be worth all the effort. One thing to be said of Raven, her insight was always valuable, its analytical qualities something Ampere didn't possess nearly half as well. Licking his lips in anticipation, Ampere pressed the next matter, getting a sense that Isopia might be inclined to leave now that the 'business' had more or less been attended - she particularly assumed this based on the curt arrival that seemed to suggest she had interrupted Isopia with this invitation. "How fares the egg?" she asked innocently enough, though mindful not to label it as her egg. Her features were anything but a match for her tone though, her gaze narrowing in quiet judgement while her lips thinned with lecture. |
Coding by Tamme
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