Zami - The Bubble Magician
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With Isla
This girl was clever. She caught onto Zami's meaning very quickly. When she had figured out the question he nodded to confirm her guess. She asked him if he liked the circle to which his answer was "kind of" because he didn't really know what it was meant to be yet. Regardless he thought it was adorable so to humour her he smiled and nodded again. Without hesitation she started on his face again.
"Hehe...she's going a little mental now isn't she". She painted one thing, then another and before he knew it she was climbing onto his lap painting his forehead. Paint was flying everywhere yet miraculously his clothes remained paint-free which he took as a comfort.
After she introduced herself, Isla offered him some paint. He reckoned that she was giving him a means to reply, which he appreciated. Then again, he felt there was enough paint everywhere so he just gave a heartfelt smile for the gesture and declined the paint. He put up a finger. He knew what he could do. She seemed to like his magic so he figured he'd use it again. After taking a good look at the canvas that was his face with the bubble...
"She overdid it" he thought to himself, once again giggling away the worry.
"Let's see how she likes this". He held up the bubble in front of him, focused and it turned clear once again. Then he placed it on the smiley face on his cheek because it had the most paint. He closed his eyes and the colours were sucked into the surface of the bubble. The colours swirled beautifully around the surface into a variety of abstract shapes. Still with his eyes closed, he held the bubble in front of Isla this time and as he focused, the swirls of paint began to form letters. Now Isla was looking at a bubble with red and yellow letters that said
"Hi! I'm Zami".
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Damian was walking about the stands and he made it over to a group of people. To avoid jumping to conclusions, he thought that maybe the girl would know who they were so he changed the letters in the bubble again. This time it read
"Isla? Who are they?", he looked to her and then to the group Damian was talking to. His look had lost a bit of it's friendliness now and was replaced with a look of curiosity.