[ He doesn't scoff at her comment, bringing his wrist to his mouth instead, pulling at his bracelet with his teeth, his biggest tell - he's been unable to break the habit, no matter how hard he's tried.
In some ways, he gets it. There are things he's pulled out of his dreams that he's kept under wraps and not shown anyone, not let anyone touch or play with. Too dangerous. And she doesn't know him; he doesn't know her. Their distrust can feed off of each other.
But maybe he can ask something about it anyway. ] Is it magic? [ It's hard for him to talk about his own gift and how it influences him, when he's spent a lifetime keeping it a secret. But magic, generally, fascinates him anyway, and he can't help the question. ]
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In some ways, he gets it. There are things he's pulled out of his dreams that he's kept under wraps and not shown anyone, not let anyone touch or play with. Too dangerous. And she doesn't know him; he doesn't know her. Their distrust can feed off of each other.
But maybe he can ask something about it anyway. ] Is it magic? [ It's hard for him to talk about his own gift and how it influences him, when he's spent a lifetime keeping it a secret. But magic, generally, fascinates him anyway, and he can't help the question. ]
A torch would help, thanks.