[He doesn't respond to that at first, a hand to his chin and his brow furrowed as he debates his options.
He doesn't want to do this.
Not because it's dangerous or anything. He's just so terrible with the manipulation of aether that the thought of attempting to do so in a place where it's so thin sounds like an embarrassment waiting to happen.
And so when he realizes he has no other choice, he heaves out a sigh heavy enough to put one of his dearest friends to shame.]
A moment if you would. This... will not be impressive whatsoever.
[The lines on his brow deepen as he concentrates, and after what Hythlodaeus considers an absolutely horrifying delay (in reality only a second or two), a small flame roughly the side one might find at the tip of a candle's wick flickers to life over his fingertip]
Even worse than I expected. Delightful.
[He had been attempting to make a flame big enough to hover over his palm]
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He doesn't want to do this.
Not because it's dangerous or anything. He's just so terrible with the manipulation of aether that the thought of attempting to do so in a place where it's so thin sounds like an embarrassment waiting to happen.
And so when he realizes he has no other choice, he heaves out a sigh heavy enough to put one of his dearest friends to shame.]
A moment if you would. This... will not be impressive whatsoever.
[The lines on his brow deepen as he concentrates, and after what Hythlodaeus considers an absolutely horrifying delay (in reality only a second or two), a small flame roughly the side one might find at the tip of a candle's wick flickers to life over his fingertip]
Even worse than I expected. Delightful.
[He had been attempting to make a flame big enough to hover over his palm]