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“Not really.“ You reply with a shak,e of your head. Nothing is amazing when properly understood, your magic least of which.
As the gourd shifts in the arms of the girl, your blue stare lowers becoming entirely focused upon the rotund creature. “Last?” You repeat. From somewhere deep in our memory you think of harvests, you think of great spikes that swallow pumpkins whole and spit out their innards on the other side. You think of the smell of spice and mincemeat , and there within is the underlaying feeling of demise for the cradled creature.
“Food is quite a good motivator.” You agree, giving the small creature a curious nod.
As the gourd shifts in the arms of the girl, your blue stare lowers becoming entirely focused upon the rotund creature. “Last?” You repeat. From somewhere deep in our memory you think of harvests, you think of great spikes that swallow pumpkins whole and spit out their innards on the other side. You think of the smell of spice and mincemeat , and there within is the underlaying feeling of demise for the cradled creature.
“Food is quite a good motivator.” You agree, giving the small creature a curious nod.
