The extra bit of information is appreciated, maybe more than Rexanna knows, if only because it gives Peter an actual insight as to what she will doing for their queen. It is not a job he envies, but he had never had the skill of speaking with people, had never had the chance to learn it, and at this point had no desire to.
When he is told that yes, he is correct about transmutation, the smile on Peters face grows, still shy, but warmer now. He isn’t sure why, but he wanted Rexanna to think he was clever. To think whatever it would take to make her like him. Blue eyes follow her gesture towards her clothes, Peters hands pausing for a moment before being pulled in to clutch at his own scratchy sweater. ”You... made it very pretty.” His compliment is a little clumsy, but earnest.
Before Peter let’s himself be led away, he glances around, though what exactly he’s looking around for isn’t exactly clear. It was just as likely to be a real threat as it was paranoia, but whatever it was he deemed it safe, and followed Rex is not an alley. ”I’m not... I just... just learned it, and... I’m still practicing. The um, the water.” She had seemed so excited by it, and the last thing he wanted was to disappoint her now.
Peter hadn’t had any idea what to expect from fireworks, and he was immediately blown away. Even when the sound makes him flinch back, his eyes down leave the shower of sparks and colour until it’s faded. ”That was... it was so...” Peter moved his hands, as if the nonsensical gestures will suffice for the words he doesn’t have. ”It’s... it’s almost like...” He wants to say home, but no place he’s ever called home has been as nice as this short time has been.
Despite his exuberance before, when Pet is asked to show off his own magic, he shrinks again, self conscious and nerve us, especially given what Rexanna has just done. ”It’s not... not very exciting.” Drawing a small amount of water from a nearby puddle, Peter swirled it around his hand, the water dancing around his fingers without ever actually touching him. ”It’s going to get better.” The words come out like an assurance, thiughits not clear if he’s assuring her, or himself. As he returned the water to the puddle he looked over Rexanna, chewing his lip while he did. He wanted to show off his creation with something he could give her, something that might have some use, but he didn’t know her well enough. What ended up appearing in his hands was a bracelet, narrow and braided from silky threads in reds, yellows and oranges, with delicate silver charms strung along its length. Not the most inspired thing he’d offered to someone, but perhaps one of the prettier ones.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
