[ Moving through the crowd, forwards, he begins to notice things besides the blur of lights and noise. Even beneath the make-up, Prior is younger, more vibrant, even in the wash of colors that flicker across his face. He's healthy, in a way that Nash hasn't seen before, and some part of him wants the lights to turn up just so he could see it better.
Luckily life in a quasi-medieval fantasyland has well prepared Nash for urine on the streets. But the thick of New York is still restless and wild, and Nash is still, well, staring at it. He has never seen a dumpster before. It presents a mystery. ]
Is this your… [ Nash would call it magic, normally, but he's seen enough about Prior's gifts to know that they aren't the deliberate spellwork he's familiar with. ] Are you doing this?
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Luckily life in a quasi-medieval fantasyland has well prepared Nash for urine on the streets. But the thick of New York is still restless and wild, and Nash is still, well, staring at it. He has never seen a dumpster before. It presents a mystery. ]
Is this your… [ Nash would call it magic, normally, but he's seen enough about Prior's gifts to know that they aren't the deliberate spellwork he's familiar with. ] Are you doing this?