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[booknearth]

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“ perhaps ... that was rude of m’ to point out but. “  he scratched at the top of his head for a moment. “ the iron in the air is ... there ‘lright. ‘nd I mean - it uh. “ he shooks his head. perhaps it was better to skip over some facts. instead, he’d pull his hands to his sides once more, a soft golden glow at the finger tips.  

Arthur was already enough of an issue with not noticing wounds. ‘sides. the book nook really didn’t need blood on its carpet for the fifth time this week. 

“ you um... ‘ren’t afraid of moss, are you? “ his true accent was slipping out just barely, his hands going closer over the wrappings. they were decent but ... definitely seemed like the other rushed things. “ ah ... probably weird question... let’s just say my healing magic is uh... well a bit out of the ordinary for the mythics ‘round here. “ 

yet, even as the moss had started to grow and sprout, controlled by his magic, there was a small chill then... numbness to the wound. healing magic wasn’t always so gentle after all but for a boy who looked way older than what he was ... he seemed to have a good grasp on it. even if there was moss now sprouting on the other’s arm. “ ah ... ‘fore you ask. you won’t turn into a plant. it’s just. it’s a more efficient way of healing. “ 

though it was strange. he was getting a headache being around this individual. let alone the hair on the back of his neck was on the rise... perhaps for now he’d at least stay warry.