The more she drew and described it, the firmer the image grew in his mind. His left hand started to itch as well as his chest, palm and fingers tensing as if he was trying to hold something that wasn't there as magic stretched and sizzled, seeking an outlet. As she explained the game he found himself distracted, focusing on that moreso than her words. The description of a 'dribble' was lost on him completely as a roaring rush of silent music filled his ears--
and with a pop of displaced air an orange rubber ball appeared in his hands, an oddly textured sphere with curving black lines painted on top of the rubber. Since Libbs hadn't given him a size to imagine the ball in his hand was about half the size of a true basketball, fitting easily into his long fingers. He looked at it in shock and no little consternation before tentatively setting it on the table and watching it roll towards the mechanically-inclined Outlander, eyes wide as it didn't disappear once he let it go. "Ah... well... something... like that?" he asked her weakly, clearly taken aback by this new manifestation of power.
and with a pop of displaced air an orange rubber ball appeared in his hands, an oddly textured sphere with curving black lines painted on top of the rubber. Since Libbs hadn't given him a size to imagine the ball in his hand was about half the size of a true basketball, fitting easily into his long fingers. He looked at it in shock and no little consternation before tentatively setting it on the table and watching it roll towards the mechanically-inclined Outlander, eyes wide as it didn't disappear once he let it go. "Ah... well... something... like that?" he asked her weakly, clearly taken aback by this new manifestation of power.
