[ And he leans forward, his hand twitches, and there is an electricity to the air. What had once taken him months, now was only a twitch, and a release of the energy, and his darkish skinned hand closes in on Zel's, and there is a sharp ting, probably to Zel's hand. Closing in, closing. ]
It is a gift, little one. Do you always reject them so?
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It is a gift, little one. Do you always reject them so?