[ but satariel is game for it, and holds a hand palm-down towards the ground, here on the boulevard, before sweeping it like they're brushing something off of the cobblestone. through the cracks, grass springs up - but so do sweat peas. once there's enough, they pluck them up with a quick movement and offers them to sholmes. ]
[That ability is definitely amazing, but the flowers themselves are quite pretty - he nods, grateful, as he takes them.]
Gorgeous. Thank you. Your gift is quite beautiful, you know. [And a smile.] Mm. I'm not quite a main expert on botany, but these are sweet peas, aren't they?
[ they dust their hands off after passing them to him, and use their foot to smooth some of the grass back down. just so that there's not a patch of tall grass in the boulevard. ]
It takes some getting used to. Magic exists in my world, but I never thought I had the talent for it, so I never tried to learn. [ a small, crooked smile, before they straighten it back out. ] Thank you, detective - they are. I think they're rather nice.
It does, does it? It doesn't in mine - or, at the very least, magic is nothing but shams and tricks and illusions meant to make the eye wander. Nothing like this.
[He nods.]
Well, I don't know why you would think that. That you have no talent, I mean. You certainly do, even with an ability just given to you.
A lot of people try to pass themselves off as real magicians, but apparently it's a lot of cold reading? You get kind of used to picking out the good ones.
[ a pause that implies surprise, and either wide eyes or blinking, considering they just. look at him for that pause? ]
Oh - oh, well, thank you, detective. You have to work hard, no matter whether it's new or old, or you're just learning, right?
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[ but satariel is game for it, and holds a hand palm-down towards the ground, here on the boulevard, before sweeping it like they're brushing something off of the cobblestone. through the cracks, grass springs up - but so do sweat peas. once there's enough, they pluck them up with a quick movement and offers them to sholmes. ]
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[That ability is definitely amazing, but the flowers themselves are quite pretty - he nods, grateful, as he takes them.]
Gorgeous. Thank you. Your gift is quite beautiful, you know. [And a smile.] Mm. I'm not quite a main expert on botany, but these are sweet peas, aren't they?
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It takes some getting used to. Magic exists in my world, but I never thought I had the talent for it, so I never tried to learn. [ a small, crooked smile, before they straighten it back out. ] Thank you, detective - they are. I think they're rather nice.
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[He nods.]
Well, I don't know why you would think that. That you have no talent, I mean. You certainly do, even with an ability just given to you.
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[ a pause that implies surprise, and either wide eyes or blinking, considering they just. look at him for that pause? ]
Oh - oh, well, thank you, detective. You have to work hard, no matter whether it's new or old, or you're just learning, right?
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[shut up]
So I'm sure you'll make great strides from here with your new one.
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I certainly hope so, at least. So let's both work hard, detective! I think we'll really get worthwhile places if we do.