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Amun blinked, more than a bit confused by Amalia’s statement. ”Well, I’m not exactly the Fae's favorite person, what with being an Ascended and all. Though I am curious how, exactly, a basket is supposed to help capture the sun, of all things." There was the barest hint of teasing in his voice.
As she waggled her fingers, he raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure it's better than anything I could make." Lifting his prosthetic, he physically moved the joints in demonstration of what he meant.
Then he slipped his left hand into his pocket. Putting the square he kept there onto his palm, he ordered it to glow. "Though I wouldn't be so quick to say that. You never know where you might find a little light." With that, he pulled his hand out, letting its soft glow wash over them.
As she waggled her fingers, he raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure it's better than anything I could make." Lifting his prosthetic, he physically moved the joints in demonstration of what he meant.
Then he slipped his left hand into his pocket. Putting the square he kept there onto his palm, he ordered it to glow. "Though I wouldn't be so quick to say that. You never know where you might find a little light." With that, he pulled his hand out, letting its soft glow wash over them.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
