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[alorn_bear]

Belar's not really known for being a god who's fond of warm weather. That's what happens when you and your people spend a few millennia trying to get to your worst enemies by any means practical and the most practical means is 'head north and see if the icecap'll hold'. But, you know, he's an adaptable kind of guy, all things considered. Plus, he's

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche wanders outside, with the intention of finding Santi, but stops, sidetracked, when he spots Belar. He lingers, curious.

[alorn_bear]

One of the more impressive waves stops mid-arc and hovers in place over the surface of the real water. "Hey there," Belar greets, looking up from his aborted allusion.

[street_sparrow]

"Hi", Gavroche says with a grin, looking at the wave in fascination. "How'd you make it do that?"

[alorn_bear]

"Oh, it's nothing." Belar waves a hand and the whole thing dissolves in sparkles of blue light. "Those waves were just illusions- I'm good at those. Not as good as my older brother Mara, but we've all got a knack for 'em. I kinda figured making any changes without permission would cheese off the Barmen."