i am singing now while rome burns // we are all just trying to be holy
Bastien’s quiet sigh and admission grants another gentle squeeze from her before she creates the cloth and hands it to Wessex. She can’t see the magic performed, but a brilliant smile cascades over her face as Wessex explains. A fork for the napkin, a copied magic. She hums thoughtfully under her breath before she snorts in response to Bastien’s intrigue.
She waits for Wessex to explain before she reaches for the fork, a smile on her face. “Try this one!” She says, transmuting the fork to add intricate details, to change it ever so slightly but keep the core remained the same, wondering if Wessex will change the type of fabric of the napkin or the colors. How wonderful it must be to have such an ability, how handy it is.
“This is amazing, Wessex!” She chimes eventually, a bright fanged smile crossing her face.
She waits for Wessex to explain before she reaches for the fork, a smile on her face. “Try this one!” She says, transmuting the fork to add intricate details, to change it ever so slightly but keep the core remained the same, wondering if Wessex will change the type of fabric of the napkin or the colors. How wonderful it must be to have such an ability, how handy it is.
“This is amazing, Wessex!” She chimes eventually, a bright fanged smile crossing her face.
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