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Her hand harp paused. Trinity’s first reflex was that the woman was crying, but something seemed off about that. [color=FFCCFF]“Oh!, ah-..”[/color] before she started worrying actively, she observed. She wasn’t acting anything like she was crying. No betrayal of any emotion on her face, just a smile balanced between two sources. The hand that had only just started to reach toward Evangeline stopped, and instead lifted to her own lips and chin as she watched the tears, rolling then falling then.. bouncing.[color=FFCCFF] “[i]Oh[/i].”[/color]

She was attentive during Evangeline’s explanation, nodding along gently while her music faded back in.[color=FFCCFF] “Very flexible. The versatility really has to be appreciated.”[/color] Karma came by to give Evangeline her mark. When the other young lady went to conceal her tears, Trinity turned her attention aside, spotting the cloche she had made resting on the table. Her left hand came down onto it, shaped to pick up a ball, and as her hand descended, the cloche shrank and rolled into a ball to fit into her hand. It was tossed into the air, where it would hang over her shoulder.

[color=FFCCFF] “As a maker magic, Energy Make is really useful. I use it for a lot of everyday stuff, like silverware or plates or whatever when I’m camping. It glows decently, so I can use it as a lantern. It gets brighter if it’s, er.. ‘hot’, but it’s harder to handle, too. I can’t really cook with it, though: if it gets too hot, I can’t hold it together easily. After walking a while, I worked out a sort of,”[/color] she waved her hand in a circle in front of her, rotating her wrist, considering how to describe it,[color=FFCCFF] “locomotive cushion, to put on my shoes that lets me travel on foot much faster.”[/color]

Was that the chef leaving the kitchen?[color=FFCCFF] “Er..”[/color] She frowned, thoughtful, before she turned to look in her money pouch. She’d given the meal she received to Evangeline. It hadn’t gone to waste, so she’d been alright with giving it away, but now she wondered when she was going to get something to eat.[color=FFCCFF] “Is that the cook? I guess he didn’t hear me. [sub]Mnn.[/sub]”[/color]

Little did she know, there was no milk. The recipe she wanted usually called for it, though it [i]could[/i] be done easily enough without.