[it makes her limbs feel rather abuzz with undirected energy, bringing a trickle of laughter to her lips. he's so engrossed in magic himself – so very rare! especially here, where it is not just colors that are muted. rare, delightful, this sour-faced boy.
as for the question on his lips, she squints, mouth puckered for the moment she needs to parse the motions out.]
I know of no bard, silent man. I am Simmaeri, and I am to sing thousands of songs and speak thousands more words.
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as for the question on his lips, she squints, mouth puckered for the moment she needs to parse the motions out.]
I know of no bard, silent man. I am Simmaeri, and I am to sing thousands of songs and speak thousands more words.