[ The suncatcher is in the shape of a rose, stained glass and a cunningly wrought stem, dripping red leaves that hang beneath it on thin chains like drops of blood. Armand had been touching them with his fingernails to set them gently spinning when a warm voice spoke up beside him, a generous offer in a strange accent he's only heard from one other person.
He catches the wink, as intrigued by it as the skim of thoughts from the top of the man's mind, all self-assured pleasure and a genuine desire to do something kind for another person.
The magic earns a gasp and applause from the stall keeper. Armand's eyebrows have inched upwards, fascinated. He could have performed the trick himself, but not with so much showmanship -- Armand is reminded, a little, of Santiago. This man would have had a fine career on the Paris stage. Armand allows himself to imagine the costume, the lighting.
He smiles at the magician as the stallholder takes down their purchases and wraps them in paper. ]
Thank you. I will think of you when I put it up in my rooms. [ His orange eyes are thoughtful; he doesn't blink as he studies Gale. ] Do the objects need to be broken for you to work your gifts upon them?
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He catches the wink, as intrigued by it as the skim of thoughts from the top of the man's mind, all self-assured pleasure and a genuine desire to do something kind for another person.
The magic earns a gasp and applause from the stall keeper. Armand's eyebrows have inched upwards, fascinated. He could have performed the trick himself, but not with so much showmanship -- Armand is reminded, a little, of Santiago. This man would have had a fine career on the Paris stage. Armand allows himself to imagine the costume, the lighting.
He smiles at the magician as the stallholder takes down their purchases and wraps them in paper. ]
Thank you. I will think of you when I put it up in my rooms. [ His orange eyes are thoughtful; he doesn't blink as he studies Gale. ] Do the objects need to be broken for you to work your gifts upon them?