cinnamon's curiosity getting the best of him?
Stumbling into the great hall of tomes he's entered time and time again, the foolishly smiling magician took in the large range of books set upon endless shelves. There's no sign of the ceiling, meaning there had to be some tome perfect for what he was searching for.
Cinnamon practically skipped throughout the library, taking out books and forgetting to put them back in the proper place. Books on how to show appreciation to a sibling, the art of gift-giving, types of gifts, all leading up to a tome of how to create the best hand-made stuffed animals.
"Ah! This will be perfect for Snowy!" He spoke chipperly, dragging out a tome from the shelf from the top of a comedically tall ladder. "Something to warm their lonely lil heart~!"
Hopping down, with little sprinkles of orange powder falling from his cape turning into a mass of plush as he cushions his own fall with a poof of magic, Cinnamon's smile grows eagar as he looks down at the collection of knowledgable pages. Oooh, that little snow kid is going to love this!
The opening of the book resounded in the silence, along with a quiet hum as the magician read page after page. Quiet page turning. Though this turning was brought to unsuccessful gripping. What? His friction was lost? Looking closely, Cinnamon soon found himself screaming as he realized his hand had become patchwork. Soon enough, he realized the lack of sensation his hand held, and it was gradually expanding.
Panic soon set in. Waving his hand about in an attempt to shake off the cloth that was now his skin didn't help in the slightest, yet he did so anyway. The magician attempted to cast a spell with his hand in his still-feeling hand to ward it off, but without focus, the spell only casted an extension onto his other arm. Horrific. Utterly horrific. He can feel the start of his shoulder turning to nothing more than plush and cloth.
This did not help.
He cannot help himself.
...but what a lovely decoration he'd make for the library.
