It's an odd point of nerves, if his slightly stumbling handling of the conversation prior had been of any indication, but in part because it's a conversation he wants. Has tried to have, in the past, with really only Richard taking interest in his Richardy way, and it's a different sort of reception to Derrica taking his hand, offering that open invitation.
"It's new," he says, after a moment. "Mainly. But I should, perhaps— well, I don't know if you've spoken to Richard about it much, but magic is all over the place, where we're from. Gifted from gods or found in books or just a thing you can do. I've always been able to do a little bit, like..."
He glances towards the candles on the table, and the flames burning their lengthen by an inch, turning from yellow to a deep red, and then to a brighter purple. Wax hisses and spits, before the flames shorten, stabilise, though remain that shivering indigo.
"My parents could do that," he says, looking back to her. "Tricks, really."
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It's an odd point of nerves, if his slightly stumbling handling of the conversation prior had been of any indication, but in part because it's a conversation he wants. Has tried to have, in the past, with really only Richard taking interest in his Richardy way, and it's a different sort of reception to Derrica taking his hand, offering that open invitation.
"It's new," he says, after a moment. "Mainly. But I should, perhaps— well, I don't know if you've spoken to Richard about it much, but magic is all over the place, where we're from. Gifted from gods or found in books or just a thing you can do. I've always been able to do a little bit, like..."
He glances towards the candles on the table, and the flames burning their lengthen by an inch, turning from yellow to a deep red, and then to a brighter purple. Wax hisses and spits, before the flames shorten, stabilise, though remain that shivering indigo.
"My parents could do that," he says, looking back to her. "Tricks, really."