Peter - OC - unnamed location

[mm_danii]

...usually, people came through the door but Peter always was a little different.

It started as a few grains of sand, possibly dust having fluttered down from above. But soon it grew, straight from the ground, until there was a singular dune just sitting there. After a moment, the dune resolved itself into a boy who glanced around at his new

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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa watches the sand, it sparkles in the air and then when it turns into someone she chirps since that's just brilliant.

Then she walks over and her peering is far more bird than girl,

"How'd you do that?"

[mm_danii]

He grinned up at her, still sitting on the floor.

"It's part of my Gift."

He held up his hand and it melted to sand down to the wrist. It reformed a moment later, the sand disappearing into his clothes.

[pi_wakawaka]

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, break plus roadtrip means slow.)

"Sweet, who gifted you?"

[mm_sunny]

[ooc: .............I've got to knock it off with the werewolves. Christ.]

From a nearby-ish table, as he raises a beer, "How'd you do that, lad?"

[mm_danii]

Peter grinned.

"Part of my Gift. It's faster than walking and I was late to class."

[mm_sunny]

"It would be indeed."

Curious headtilt.

"How's that work then, eh?"

[mm_danii]

His eyes widened for a moment before he leaped up onto his feet; he was grinning.

"It's... my Gift. Just how I was born. I can do all kinds of things."

He held out his hand and the fingers each hardened into wickedly sharp claws of quartz crystal.

A shake and they were fingers again.

Another shake and most of his arm had become a massive smoky quartz club before he undid that as well.

"See?"