( Licyn's own step forward is natural enough, as he contemplates the shade of his own arm and glances to Oz's. Not long after, his hand darts out to try and brush fingers over Oz's forearm, coming away to a wrinkling of his nose and a contemplative look. )
I suspect it has less to do with luck and more to do with natural coloration, oh fair one.
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I suspect it has less to do with luck and more to do with natural coloration, oh fair one.