“It’s not weird at all.”, Markus replied with a soft smile. “May I see what you’re holding for a moment? I’ll give it back shortly.”, he requested then. He wanted to see what magic it was, if he could still get traces of it to make out what it had been ones.
He would love to tell her magic was real, and that she held a growing power inside her self like everyone else did. He could imagine her magic to be smaller than it should be, just from how she was raised. Not embracing it as a part of herself. But with her positive outlook on it, he was sure it would still grow healthily.
Nox was reluctant to give the bear over, it had always been a comfort to her, even now but this person didn’t seem to want to do her or her bear any harm so she stood up and handed it over to him, making sure she put it in his hands since he hadn’t opened his eyes.
“Please be careful” she mumbled out of instinct.
“Thank you. Of course.”, Markus replied softly. He was mildly surprised when he felt the bear in his hands. He could feel the wilted flowers inside, making the bear appear less stuffed than when it just had been made. He wondered how one of his plushs had made it here.
“I must say, I’m surprised.”, he said, holding it back out for Nox. “It’s a plush I had made, long ago. It’s nice to know it’s loved even wilted.”, he smiled softly.
Nox’s eyes widened.
“You made this?” She gasped before gushing about how she came to have it. “I found it in this woods years and years ago. I took it home because it was so pretty and soft. I played with it every day and sometimes…..”
She lowered her head
“…..sometimes when I was alone with it, it would move” she seemed to ashamed of saying that since she was always told that it wasn’t possible. “I swear it was real. It would dance and hop around. It was amazing. It couldn’t have been my imagination If….if magic was real, it would make my little bear move, right?” She didn’t know why but she hoped the man would confirm her line of thought
“Magic is as real as the teddy your holding.”, Markus said with a smile. “It moved and danced and was your best friend.”.
He raised his hands, fingers decorated in stitches, and moved them, mouth forming silent words. Between his hands it glowed, and a small cat like plush was made. “May you be my companion and friend, lay on my shoulders and give me comfort.”, he said aloud, and the plush settled on the ground. Not a moment later, and it jumped onto Markus’ shoulders, laying down comfortably on them.
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