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pluviamiles
principessadicuori
redheadroyalty
niveusmilitis
littlebluemage
It was one of those glorious days where his magic worked for him. He hummed, walking along the little forest path, as waves of his magic--almost visible, flowed around him. He shouldn't be wasting his strength like this, but he did it anyway, because he wanted to.
As a tendril of glowing blue magic picked an apple from a nearby tree, and landed it squarely in his hand, he looked every part his title. No one would have guessed him to be usually incompetent with any magic but poisoned magic.
In his rare joyous mood, he didn't even notice someone else along the path, until he bumped into them.
"Ah--sorry!" His magic stopped, fading away as it dropped. "I didn't see you there--"