hm... alright then, something light.
* the mage offers a minute of silence as she studies her scryglass. *
you should play a betting game in the next festival. it is most likely you will win.
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comparing those two is nothing more than a nonsensical endeavor. i find the stars and skies alike not bothersome, simply to be an absolute 𝒍ie. lightning on the other hand? tsk, it's an eyesore.
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@p4voocellus enchantment's just a teeny nifty quirk i added to make it special to you alone. i'm sure no fool would steal a trinket that does not cater to them anyway.
what's important is it will be of great help to you. that's what matters to me most.
@p4voocellus no need to make a fuss, it /did/ take a while to make, so be thankful and don't feel guilty for having a great gift from me, got it?
* she huffs, crossing her arms. the mage forces an assertive expression to hide the fact that her cheeks were warming up with a pink blush. *
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savior, conqueror, hero, villain. you are all of these things... and yet you are nothing. in the end, you belong to neither light nor the darkness. you will forever stand alone.