[Berna grins as she watches Thomas glances around. It's quite dark, isn't it? She continues to stay where she is. When more energy is sent up to the sky, she lazily traces some runes in the air (it oscillates between red and gold) and sends them to the light.
When the crimson blossom begins to fade what falls from the sky is not diamond dust, but rose petals, actual physical petals, that float gently to the ground. The aroma of the actual flower fills the air as if freshly plucked.
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When the crimson blossom begins to fade what falls from the sky is not diamond dust, but rose petals, actual physical petals, that float gently to the ground. The aroma of the actual flower fills the air as if freshly plucked.
Just like magic.]