[Ferran supposes wind powers are one sort that's less likely to be immediately dangerous. He still doesn't know whether or not he trusts all of them—on the one hand, they are fae-like, but on the other... dogs...
Truly the internal struggle of all time. He manages not to immediately turn around and start brushing Idris instead. Rather, the air around him starts to glimmer with red sparkles, and at least he can blame that on the glitter even if it happens to not be true.]
It looks like he's pretty popular, huh. [He'd spotted that initial movement out of the corner of his eye.] Do you get a lot of people coming here just for one or two of them?
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[Ferran supposes wind powers are one sort that's less likely to be immediately dangerous. He still doesn't know whether or not he trusts all of them—on the one hand, they are fae-like, but on the other... dogs...
Truly the internal struggle of all time. He manages not to immediately turn around and start brushing Idris instead. Rather, the air around him starts to glimmer with red sparkles, and at least he can blame that on the glitter even if it happens to not be true.]
It looks like he's pretty popular, huh. [He'd spotted that initial movement out of the corner of his eye.] Do you get a lot of people coming here just for one or two of them?