Rose stops beside the needles, fingers itching to grab them, but she looks back up to the man instead. And for the first time, she sees him. He was there before of course, and all his attendant features, but it's the combination of this and what he says that makes it all click in place. Long beard, an old face, something to his quality of voice, talking of conjuring: he's a wizard. She has to lift a hand to cover her mouth as it spreads into a wide grin.
It would explain why knitting needles and a ball of yarn were here in the first place when she's seen not one hint of them before. It might explain the strange fire up above, if what he's saying is true. But a wizard - a real wizard... Okay, she knows she's presuming, but if there are other people here with strange powers enough if that guy with the chimera in his stomach was right.
A wizard.
She bends down slowly, trying to stifle her mirth into something more presentable, and promptly fails as she slips onto her knees and into a burst of giggles.
"Tell me, you - you conjured these?" she asks, grinning helplessly still as she lifts the needles into view. "Magically, as one naturally clad in my robes might?"
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It would explain why knitting needles and a ball of yarn were here in the first place when she's seen not one hint of them before. It might explain the strange fire up above, if what he's saying is true. But a wizard - a real wizard... Okay, she knows she's presuming, but if there are other people here with strange powers enough if that guy with the chimera in his stomach was right.
A wizard.
She bends down slowly, trying to stifle her mirth into something more presentable, and promptly fails as she slips onto her knees and into a burst of giggles.
"Tell me, you - you conjured these?" she asks, grinning helplessly still as she lifts the needles into view. "Magically, as one naturally clad in my robes might?"