By the way they straighten their posture from where they're hunched over in concentration, it seems they're happy to have her approval.
They amuse themselves with the sounds a while longer, and they probably could have done it all day if not stopped, but the butterfly distracts them. They've seen bigger butterflies before, ones that sang and spoke. This one reminds them of the little winged lights that flutter around them, or the small companions called to existence, when they use certain charms.
It's magic they've never seen before, and thus is wonderfully new to them. It feels different to the soul they're used to wielding, the restless spirits of the dead; it hums and sings with its own kind of special resonance.
They leave off their music-making and sheathe their nail, tilting their head up in clear curiosity to watch the fluttering light.
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They amuse themselves with the sounds a while longer, and they probably could have done it all day if not stopped, but the butterfly distracts them. They've seen bigger butterflies before, ones that sang and spoke. This one reminds them of the little winged lights that flutter around them, or the small companions called to existence, when they use certain charms.
It's magic they've never seen before, and thus is wonderfully new to them. It feels different to the soul they're used to wielding, the restless spirits of the dead; it hums and sings with its own kind of special resonance.
They leave off their music-making and sheathe their nail, tilting their head up in clear curiosity to watch the fluttering light.