[ gale settles a steadying hand at her back, quick to help balance her — and utterly absorbed in her delight, smiling back a little dopily. it pleases him to please, a trait surely evident from how he handles customers in the shop, unable to let them leave unsatisfied.

and alia has an otherworldly way about her, reminiscent of the divine. the parts of mystra he liked best. ]

Perhaps nothing so grand as all that, though I’m certain you’ve the capacity.

[ to light the way or ease it. alia had done as much, after all, in revealing the pool to the rest of the manor. a very noble fate, indeed. ]

You’ll receive another prize, definitely, and another after that. [ won by his hand or paul’s, her own and her fawning suitors. ] And enjoy — the sweetest of treats. Candied apples and spun sugar.

[ luxuries that would never be found in an endless desert. he boops her nose with one finger, a distraction, while the other hand magics cotton candy from a nearby stall, gone from there and in his grasp with a flourish — lavender and rosewater on the breeze. what’s a spot of thievery, in the name of delighting one so deserving? ]

Oh — [ feigned surprised, as if he didn’t just conjure it itself. ] Not bad for someone who slept through his divination lessons, hm?