[Syrlya's expression brightens with a grin and he claps his hands together.] Fantastic! [He steps closer, leaning to get a better look at it.] You should try casting a spell with it.
Should I? [ Oh, but... but... Bruno looks between Syrlya and the focus. ] Like, um. Like what kind of spell? I. I've only ever done one kind of magic before and that's not. Not really this kind?
Huh, blowing the sugar away. Okay. That should be... let's see... [ Bruno looks down at the ring of sugar again and holds out the pocket watch. ] Uh, su futuro espera?
[ Okay, wind in a kitchen turns out to be a bad idea, especially when Bruno sounds so uncertain about his spell. It picks up slowly, shifting the sugar across the floor, only then the wind keeps picking up, and suddenly, there's a harsh gust of wind that may not be strong enough to knock them over, but anything loose on the table and counters?
Yeah, those are going over.
There's a few crashes.
Bruno pushes his ruffled hair out of his face and looks around at the... equally ruffled kitchen. ]
[Syrlya lifts his arm to cover his face as he realizes the wind is getting too strong, cringing as he hears thing clatter and fall off the counters. Sugar also gets blown in his face.
He waits until he's sure it's stopped before lifting his head.] Oh, well. It... worked. Perhaps too well.
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...] Maybe blowing this sugar away? Or make it disappear? That should be possible with magic here.
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[ Okay, wind in a kitchen turns out to be a bad idea, especially when Bruno sounds so uncertain about his spell. It picks up slowly, shifting the sugar across the floor, only then the wind keeps picking up, and suddenly, there's a harsh gust of wind that may not be strong enough to knock them over, but anything loose on the table and counters?
Yeah, those are going over.
There's a few crashes.
Bruno pushes his ruffled hair out of his face and looks around at the... equally ruffled kitchen. ]
...oh...
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He waits until he's sure it's stopped before lifting his head.] Oh, well. It... worked. Perhaps too well.
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[ Here's a man who seems very used to messing things up. Aw well. ]
I. I think I'll clean up the rest of this by hand.