itp: pretty lights!

[clinging_ivy]

[this evening, not terribly far from the lake -- out of Marcy's reach, but not by a whole lot -- there is a young Mara sitting in the grass and looking extremely pleased with himself. He cups his hands, holds them up, and a little butterfly made of light flutters into the air

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[expert_slash]

Hey, watch it with those things!

[clinging_ivy]

...What? They can't hurt anyone!

[expert_slash]

It's raw magic, isn't it?

[clinging_ivy]

I...I suppose so...

[lordoverflowers]

...oi. You.

[clinging_ivy]

Hello!

[lordoverflowers]

I didn't give you permission to greet me.

[clinging_ivy]

People usually need permission for that?

[deepinthered]

Did... did you do that?

[clinging_ivy]

Yes! I've just remembered how!

[deepinthered]

But what is it?

[clinging_ivy]

Shtedtazaar. It's a kind of magic.

[making another little butterfly to show you]

[inndependent]

[Startles back as one disolves in her face]

O-Oh! Is this...? It's some kind of magic trick?

[clinging_ivy]

Ah...is it? I'm not sure if it's a trick...

[inndependent]

Umm... Alright. But you still made it, didn't you?

[clinging_ivy]

Yes! I couldn't for a long time, but now I can again, so I'm practicing!

[twoblackswords]

[squats down beside]

[clinging_ivy]

[:D :D :D]

Hello, Kastor!

[twoblackswords]

Hello, Serifar.

Getting used to it again?

[clinging_ivy]

It feels so good! I would have waited, you know, but I'm glad Stiaan decided I didn't have to.