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...

[expert_slash]

So be careful with it!

[clinging_ivy]

I didn't mean to make you angry....

[expert_slash]

[sigh]

...It's not your fault.

[tarnished_salt]

*leans on*

Gently. I haven't given him enough to do any harm.

[expert_slash]

...I guess I should have figured you wouldn't.

It just...puts me on edge. They look sort of familiar.

[tarnished_salt]

...oh. Raw energy...I suppose it would, wouldn't it? I'm sorry.

Would it help if they looked different? It would be a good exercise for him.

[expert_slash]

Yeah, I -- I know he wasn't doing it on purpose.

That might help. ...Really, just having you here helps a lot.

[tarnished_salt]

*awww.*

I'm not going anywhere.

[expert_slash]

You always know just what to say.

[tarnished_salt]

Well, I try, anyway.

[expert_slash]

[leaning on]

It's a nice night, isn't it?

[tarnished_salt]

*arm around your waist*

It really is.