( Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kirian. Donny is never sure what to do with people sounding like that, flat and bored. He worries at his lip with his teeth, letting the metal spiral and stretch out, finding comfort in the fact that his magic, if nothing else, can be counted on. Not all of it, a voice sounding suspiciously like his own sister's reminds him. Not her, not the Asteria he'd grown up with, but the voice of Nyx with cut its way into his dreams and then his mind. )
Um, the-- healing, and stuff? Or uh-- d-does it, um, do other stuff?
( Like Belle, like Morgana, who both seemed so gifted and so versatile. More useful than his limited to earth and fire, than his pretence at water and hopeless grasping at air.
And then, a double take, staring at the frame taking shape before he turns to look at Kirian, frame suspended in the air. ) Huh?
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Um, the-- healing, and stuff? Or uh-- d-does it, um, do other stuff?
( Like Belle, like Morgana, who both seemed so gifted and so versatile. More useful than his limited to earth and fire, than his pretence at water and hopeless grasping at air.
And then, a double take, staring at the frame taking shape before he turns to look at Kirian, frame suspended in the air. ) Huh?
( Eloquent. )