[ well. yzak definitely could've handled it worse. at least iris isn't being laughed at? ]
Here—
[ iris sets his items down, taking up one of the loose markers from the pile. finding a clear spot on the floor, he begins to draw a quick sketch of a rose—
after a second, he places his free hand over it. as he lifts it back up, blue-green smoke begins to waft from the ground where he'd touched it, and inch by inch, the very rose he'd drawn rises out from the ground as if plucked from the earth itself.
this rose he holds out to yzak, smiling brightly. the ground between them is now spotless, as if it'd never been marked in the first place. ]
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Here—
[ iris sets his items down, taking up one of the loose markers from the pile. finding a clear spot on the floor, he begins to draw a quick sketch of a rose—
after a second, he places his free hand over it. as he lifts it back up, blue-green smoke begins to waft from the ground where he'd touched it, and inch by inch, the very rose he'd drawn rises out from the ground as if plucked from the earth itself.
this rose he holds out to yzak, smiling brightly. the ground between them is now spotless, as if it'd never been marked in the first place. ]
See?