[He's settling down cross-legged. The grass is dry, and cut short, so he can settle his ink pot down in it while he unfastens the brush case and pulls the brush out. He picks up a strip of paper, and holds it with care.]
I'm just going to try a barrier. I don't really think it's going to blow up or turn the, the nearest tree into a monster, or anything like that.
But...
[But, even knowing better, there's that itch of fear at the back of his mind, the sense that he could blow things up, or turn someone or something into a monster. If he wanted, he could do quite a lot of things.
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[He's settling down cross-legged. The grass is dry, and cut short, so he can settle his ink pot down in it while he unfastens the brush case and pulls the brush out. He picks up a strip of paper, and holds it with care.]
I'm just going to try a barrier. I don't really think it's going to blow up or turn the, the nearest tree into a monster, or anything like that.
But...
[But, even knowing better, there's that itch of fear at the back of his mind, the sense that he could blow things up, or turn someone or something into a monster. If he wanted, he could do quite a lot of things.
He doesn't like that feeling.]