[The little tickle of the magic butterfly landing on his ear makes it twitch and when it vanishes in smoke and sparks Sora lets out a puff of soft laughter.]
That's a really great way of thinking about it. Picturing something or a sort of feeling in my head and then trying to make it appear. I like that.
[He thinks that the butterflies must represent some sort of feeling he's been having lately. Maybe like fluttery butterflies in his stomach when he's really happy or feeling fond of someone special and he knows exactly which person that means.]
Like painting or playing music...
[Sora closes his hands again and tries to picture the feeling he gets when he listens to a really good song or when he sees something really artistic. When he opens his hands again the new butterfly he makes looks like it's been painted gold.]
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That's a really great way of thinking about it. Picturing something or a sort of feeling in my head and then trying to make it appear. I like that.
[He thinks that the butterflies must represent some sort of feeling he's been having lately. Maybe like fluttery butterflies in his stomach when he's really happy or feeling fond of someone special and he knows exactly which person that means.]
Like painting or playing music...
[Sora closes his hands again and tries to picture the feeling he gets when he listens to a really good song or when he sees something really artistic. When he opens his hands again the new butterfly he makes looks like it's been painted gold.]
Ah! Whoa!