[He can't fault Bruno for the defeatist interpretation, not after hearing all those little hints of self-deprecation- of hatred from others for his visions. So he simply lets it settle for the time being, along with the storm.
In spite of the concerning images in Bruno's visions, Urianger doesn't find the final stretch of the ritual any less awe-inspiring. The deftness of which Bruno carries it out shows that he's truly perfected this self-made process into a work of art. It deserves every bit of Urianger's attention.
And then comes the sand.
...
Just. Give him a minute to brush that out of his hair and robes. Given his sandy-colored hair, he has a feeling he's going to be finding pieces of it for days now. Oh well.]
A memento of thy vision...?
[He's observing the glass now, inching to get an angle where he can look down upon it.]
no subject
[He can't fault Bruno for the defeatist interpretation, not after hearing all those little hints of self-deprecation- of hatred from others for his visions. So he simply lets it settle for the time being, along with the storm.
In spite of the concerning images in Bruno's visions, Urianger doesn't find the final stretch of the ritual any less awe-inspiring. The deftness of which Bruno carries it out shows that he's truly perfected this self-made process into a work of art. It deserves every bit of Urianger's attention.
And then comes the sand.
...
Just. Give him a minute to brush that out of his hair and robes. Given his sandy-colored hair, he has a feeling he's going to be finding pieces of it for days now. Oh well.]
A memento of thy vision...?
[He's observing the glass now, inching to get an angle where he can look down upon it.]