Cinder Collection Exceptional success, good glass bead
As Dalton let Dune digest his trivia, he let go of her hand and leaned back to rummage in his bag. He carried with him various things that complimented his style of magic, bits of polished metal and shiny glass, or sea glass, and even a few gems, lab-grown for the most part, but a few natural ones, as well. Things that caught the light in interesting ways, shimmering with multifaceted light.
As she started laughing, Dalton glancing up at her, he found what he was hunting for. He plucked it up, holding the glass bead between thumb and forefinger–a marble, in truth, with a twist of colour in the centre–as he arched an eyebrow at her sudden girlish attitude.
“You'll just have to ask him, hm?” Dalton teased,
As Dalton let Dune digest his trivia, he let go of her hand and leaned back to rummage in his bag. He carried with him various things that complimented his style of magic, bits of polished metal and shiny glass, or sea glass, and even a few gems, lab-grown for the most part, but a few natural ones, as well. Things that caught the light in interesting ways, shimmering with multifaceted light.
As she started laughing, Dalton glancing up at her, he found what he was hunting for. He plucked it up, holding the glass bead between thumb and forefinger–a marble, in truth, with a twist of colour in the centre–as he arched an eyebrow at her sudden girlish attitude.
“You'll just have to ask him, hm?” Dalton teased,