At the agreement of fostered magics becoming great, and all the confidence stored within a youth’s mind, he grinned again, full of promise and amiability. But at the inquiry, he furrowed his brows, suddenly deep in thought. “You mean like that only I could have?” At the tender age of impending seven years old, he did have multitudes of experience in multiple magic venues, namely because of his family, but as for ones that could only pertain to him…there hadn’t been much in the wake of mulling and musing. “I don’t know yet,” he answered honestly, because the elements sounded wonderful and awesome and extraordinary, but then so did hordes of others, and how he could make them applicable to something inherent that he wanted just for himself couldn’t quite circulate through his mind. Not just yet anyway.
“I’ll think it over though,” arrived on a nod and a promise. “There’s a lot to magic, huh?” Meant probably as a rhetorical inquiry, but nonetheless, maybe Glas had more insight to add.
“I’ll think it over though,” arrived on a nod and a promise. “There’s a lot to magic, huh?” Meant probably as a rhetorical inquiry, but nonetheless, maybe Glas had more insight to add.
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and then we dream so much
