[His voice is calm, quiet, but his eyes are on the circle as well.]
We are two teenagers, one boy, one girl. It will guess- correctly- that you have less experience with summoning and try to make you step outside of your circle. It will either attempt to shock you, frighten you, or make you feel pity for it. Do nothing. Feel nothing.
[As if listening to the words, the braided smoke from the snuffed out candles all shifted, curling to join one another above the circle. A single spark of flame appeared in the center of all the smoke, before it rocketed down toward the floor, flashing a bright light, and revealing the form of a bird. A parakeet, by the looks of it, twittering faintly and falling to the floor with a dull thud. It was easy to see what was wrong with it- it looked as if it had just narrowly escaped the clutches of a hawk. One of its legs was bent at an awkward angle, the opposite wing clearly broken, blood spattering across the floorboard.
It fluttered once, twittering weakly, as if begging for help. Despite all of the injuries, it looked to be one of the most darling little birds that anyone had ever been seen.]
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:59 am (UTC)[His voice is calm, quiet, but his eyes are on the circle as well.]
We are two teenagers, one boy, one girl. It will guess- correctly- that you have less experience with summoning and try to make you step outside of your circle. It will either attempt to shock you, frighten you, or make you feel pity for it. Do nothing. Feel nothing.
[As if listening to the words, the braided smoke from the snuffed out candles all shifted, curling to join one another above the circle. A single spark of flame appeared in the center of all the smoke, before it rocketed down toward the floor, flashing a bright light, and revealing the form of a bird. A parakeet, by the looks of it, twittering faintly and falling to the floor with a dull thud. It was easy to see what was wrong with it- it looked as if it had just narrowly escaped the clutches of a hawk. One of its legs was bent at an awkward angle, the opposite wing clearly broken, blood spattering across the floorboard.
It fluttered once, twittering weakly, as if begging for help. Despite all of the injuries, it looked to be one of the most darling little birds that anyone had ever been seen.]