OPEN RP POST QUATRE

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[invigor]

[Huh. A fish. Cute.]

Black windchimes... Like that one?

[He thumbs at the one that had jingled just a second ago, with the black rods.]

[recluserose]

Mm hm.

[She closes the door behind them and exhales softly.]

A lot to take in on day one isn't it?

[invigor]

[Booker reaches up to lightly touch at one of the chimes with his finger, an idle sort of motion. He lets his hand drop back to his side as Amelia shuts the door behind them.]

Seems to be an ongoing trend lately.

[he sighs as well, but his is heavy.]

So now what?

[recluserose]

I could... Show you some magic? If you're still iffy on that point, I mean.

[invigor]

I don't know if I'd call myself "iffy". Just... magic isn't something that exists where I come from. [He thinks. Honestly, he can't be 100 percent sure of anything these days.] If you feel like indulging me, I wouldn't mind seeing what it's all about.

What do I do? Just stand and watch?

[recluserose]

Um...

[She snaps her finger signaling an idea and goes to pull over one of her wooden kitchen chairs.]

Give me a flower, any flower.

[She seems kind of excited as if it's been a while since she's shown anyone her magic.]

[invigor]

[A flower? Okay, he can do that. In the meantime, Booker decides to take a seat, if this is going to be a demonstration. Might as well.]

Okay... How about... [He says the first thing that comes to mind.] A sunflower?

[recluserose]

[Sunflowers. Not a too bad. Amelia takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for just a second, Envisioning the vivid yellow blooms with dark fuzzy centers, always facing the sun, rays of sunshine that grow from the earth...

A green glow emits from her palms that run over the surface of the chair and from the seat, tall green stalk burst through the wooden exterior and yellow buds open up into what are unmistakably sunflowers.

A something out of nothing.]

[invigor]

[At first, Booker doesn't know what to expect. When she closes her eyes, he's not even sure where to look -- was there something supposed to be in the chair, after all?

But when the green glow emerges from her palms and begins to blanket over the chair, Booker doesn't know what to think. Some quiet part of him says that it reminds him of Possession, that same green, gentle touch that could turn a man's mind to malleable mush. Yet there was something different about what he was seeing, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A strange sort of wonder, mixed with the instinctual uncertainty of the unknown.

So this must be magic then.

When the sunflowers appear, rising up from the wooden chair, he can't help but say a bit breathlessly:] I don't believe it.

[And then louder, directly at Amelia this time, making a clumsy motion at the flower-chair in question.] You... you just did that? [It was unlike anything he's seen; well, barring the tears that Elizabeth could manage, but even that wasn't making something out of nothing.]

[recluserose]

((ooc: To be continued...))