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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[twoblackswords]

[squats down beside]

[twoblackswords]

You should know he'd like anything you made.

[touched_by_an]

Friend of yours?

[twoblackswords]

Something like that, at least.

Been awhile, Molly.

[touched_by_an]

Well, you know. People get busy sometimes.

[twoblackswords]

Yeah, I know. Anything good?

[touched_by_an]

Just your typical teenage girl in a B horror movie.

[twoblackswords]

[that was the sound of your reference wooshing over his head]

[tarnished_salt]

*watching my vishir play*

[twoblackswords]

Finally decided, huh?

[tarnished_salt]

It's not a full unbinding, but yes.

[twoblackswords]

Better than him being helpless.

[tarnished_salt]

Yes, that was one of the things that eventually decided me. He has enough available to call one of us, at least, if things go wrong for him.

[twoblackswords]

You don't seem pleased.

[tarnished_salt]

Is any parent ever pleased when a child starts to grow up?

[twoblackswords]

...

At least you get to be there to see it, tyr mahar.