[Iona is gazing at Claude carefully and gauging his reaction. While it's not outright shock, she can tell it was extremely unexpected. The appearance transforms, reverting back to a normal surface, but the weight and the pulse of magic energy doesn't quite disappear. Iona pulls back her arm to readjust the sleeve.]
So that's a kind of magic; illusion and concealment. Everything else you saw, is kind of its own story for another day.
[A beat. She reaches for her cup of coffee with her right hand and while it wasn't noticeable before, it may be more obvious now about how delicately she handles the object.]
We're human of course. But magic can be nasty if you don't know how to handle it and what you saw was a result of a messy situation and it ended up being an imperfect fix.
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[Iona is gazing at Claude carefully and gauging his reaction. While it's not outright shock, she can tell it was extremely unexpected. The appearance transforms, reverting back to a normal surface, but the weight and the pulse of magic energy doesn't quite disappear. Iona pulls back her arm to readjust the sleeve.]
So that's a kind of magic; illusion and concealment. Everything else you saw, is kind of its own story for another day.
[A beat. She reaches for her cup of coffee with her right hand and while it wasn't noticeable before, it may be more obvious now about how delicately she handles the object.]
We're human of course. But magic can be nasty if you don't know how to handle it and what you saw was a result of a messy situation and it ended up being an imperfect fix.
[With a sigh, she takes another sip of coffee.]