There were plenty of strange people in Torchline. She’s seen all sorts come and go, but she’s never seen someone be able to just change metal like that. Even Mr. Deimos couldn’t do it that way. She’s torn between watching him and the curious creature burrowing towards her. Pale blue eyes flick back and forth between the potter and his companion before finally settling on Amun again just in time to see him transform the metal into roses. A delighted gasp falls from her lips and she takes another step forward, boots crunching through the dirt, [say]”That’s so cool!”[/say] And it is cool. Very cool.
[say]”I wish I could do something like that.”[/say] She pouts, shoulders slumping as her quest for a companion is temporarily forgotten. Instead too concerned with the strange man and his changing metal. [say]”All I can do is turn into an animal.”[/say]
[say]”I wish I could do something like that.”[/say] She pouts, shoulders slumping as her quest for a companion is temporarily forgotten. Instead too concerned with the strange man and his changing metal. [say]”All I can do is turn into an animal.”[/say]
