[ Sholmes spares a breath to blow the glitter off of his violin strings before it can get stuck in the hairs of his bow. If he can just hold out a little longer ... ugh—
The next sneeze (because of course there's a next sneeze), Sholmes is better prepared; he waits for a brief pause in his part and aims the blast pointedly away from either of them. The bulk of it lands on the flock of kenku who were still huddled just off-stage. They squawk and ruffle their feathers in irritation.
He offers Anya another encouraging smile, sparkling with stray bits of glitter. ]
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The next sneeze (because of course there's a next sneeze), Sholmes is better prepared; he waits for a brief pause in his part and aims the blast pointedly away from either of them. The bulk of it lands on the flock of kenku who were still huddled just off-stage. They squawk and ruffle their feathers in irritation.
He offers Anya another encouraging smile, sparkling with stray bits of glitter. ]