“No.”, Markus replied and shook his head lightly. “I’m not very skilled at crafts like these. Other than my magic for plushs, I can’t make anything.”, he chuckled softly, smiling. “I had someone else make it for me. To fit with my plushs.”.
Soft golden freckles covering his cheeks were able to be noticed in the warm light.
“Not where I’m from.”, Markus replied, smile soft. He understood her concern. He had been met with a lot of suspicion by these people here while travelling.
“I can’t speak for the entire land of course, but the places I know are rather open-minded. Though people will be shocked to hear you’ve grown up without magic in your life.”, he told her. He had been shocked too, arriving here and not seeing a drop of magic. It had almost scared him away then.
Nox’s shoulders relaxed when Markus said that. She was glad she’d be going somewhere where she’d feel welcome and laughed quietly at the idea of seeing shocked faces when they found out about her non magical life.
“I’m sure I’ll get taught a lot about what I’m missing”
It was then she felt an urge to try her magic again, a quiet drive inside her soul told her to give it another go so she stayed still and concentrated, this time keeping her eyes open as she put her fingertips on the grass in front of her.
“There’ll be people willing to teach you better than I could, surely.”, Markus hummed, smiling. He stayed silent as she did, instead hugging his plush and nuzzling against it. It nuzzled back into him.
He missed home, and making plushs for people. He had made a few while here, but only for some children that seemed lonely.
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