[ Fair is fair. Really, he should know how it works by now. So much so that he should realize that half of the fun in calling him that has to do with the fact that she loves his reactions to it no matter how subtle or wildly ridiculous they are.
Before she can try and dissuade him of that idea (the arts will always persist, of that she's certain. People wanted, needed to create in some way that wasn't just populating the land), he's picked up the thread that she's put down. Her eyes light up in tandem with his as she floats lazily alongside him. A twist of her fingers brings about gently bobbing motes of light into existence that bathe the area in a warm glow. ]
Right but not just any old costume. I think...maybe something that's more along the lines of their visage? But in a fun way.
[ Preferably in a way that won't get either of them cursed (too) badly. ]
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Before she can try and dissuade him of that idea (the arts will always persist, of that she's certain. People wanted, needed to create in some way that wasn't just populating the land), he's picked up the thread that she's put down. Her eyes light up in tandem with his as she floats lazily alongside him. A twist of her fingers brings about gently bobbing motes of light into existence that bathe the area in a warm glow. ]
Right but not just any old costume. I think...maybe something that's more along the lines of their visage? But in a fun way.
[ Preferably in a way that won't get either of them cursed (too) badly. ]