"Magic? Not so far. My younger sister just discovered she can make puffs of air come out of her hands, which is nice. I'd be making a memorial for her, otherwise."
When she gave them them the go-ahead, they said, "Thank you, Miss Melita." They considered what was on the table and which of the many victims of the Fiat Lux Festival Fiasco they wanted to honor. None of them had really been friends, but Quanil had liked some of them, and everyone deserved a memorial, they thought.
But as they began to gather materials, they chatted. "Are you a bowyer by trade then?" Their brow furrowed as they looked at what she had in her hands. "And I'm not sure that looks like much of a bow?" They hesitated to say that; criticizing the bowyer on how she makes bows was probably not a good way to continue this association in relative peace.
When she gave them them the go-ahead, they said, "Thank you, Miss Melita." They considered what was on the table and which of the many victims of the Fiat Lux Festival Fiasco they wanted to honor. None of them had really been friends, but Quanil had liked some of them, and everyone deserved a memorial, they thought.
But as they began to gather materials, they chatted. "Are you a bowyer by trade then?" Their brow furrowed as they looked at what she had in her hands. "And I'm not sure that looks like much of a bow?" They hesitated to say that; criticizing the bowyer on how she makes bows was probably not a good way to continue this association in relative peace.
