[Sharp eyes watch every move Rennuid makes, tracing the outline of the mirror and the petals emerging from something petals should not feasibly be able to emerge from. It reminds Gnosis distantly of the originium that rains from the skies during catastrophes, the insidious mineral that spreads and grows rapidly across the earth when it touches down.
Interesting.]
Do you mind? [He asks, attention sufficiently drawn away from his own work — for a time.] I'd like to observe it.
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Interesting.]
Do you mind? [He asks, attention sufficiently drawn away from his own work — for a time.] I'd like to observe it.