[It's a truly unusual sight in this dark city. Archer recognizes his neighbour and stops to admire the skill. No, not the magic. Neither his skill with flowers. The art of subtle distraction is rare.
He doesn't approach Everett, though, keeping to the edge of onlookers. There's a distinct change to his looks - gone are the horns and scales, making him appear human.
Only when a passing by Witch scoffs at - as she puts it - 'a frivolous waste of magic', Archer intervenes.]
How is something beautiful a waste? [he snatches the bouquett Everett just made and offers it to the Witch.] Brightening someone's day is worth a bit of magic.
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He doesn't approach Everett, though, keeping to the edge of onlookers. There's a distinct change to his looks - gone are the horns and scales, making him appear human.
Only when a passing by Witch scoffs at - as she puts it - 'a frivolous waste of magic', Archer intervenes.]
How is something beautiful a waste? [he snatches the bouquett Everett just made and offers it to the Witch.] Brightening someone's day is worth a bit of magic.