Zami - The Bubble Magician
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With Isla
When Isla said that those people were from the guild Phoenix Wing, Zami had to process that for a moment. He found himself trying to get a feel for what kind of people they were. It's at this point he was basically gone. He had forgotten that Isla was there, right next to him. His eyes taking in any detail he could. He felt oddly compelled to find out more about these people. Maybe it was because they were apparently famous and he was completely oblivious about it until now. Maybe he was more impressed by Damian than he thought. Regardless, there was a sense of destiny with that guild and he felt it was maybe a part of his also. Question is, would they accept him? Would they mind having a mute, who can't really fight, within their ranks?
A minute of this distraction went by before Zami started paying attention to his immediate surroundings and noticed out of the corner of his eye, Isla next to him looking frustrated with his little moment and was about to paint on his face again but he swiftly left the bubble on the seating between them and grabbed her wrists, not too tight but firmly, just before paintbrush touched skin. He looked into her eyes with a stare more serious than before. This seemed to catch her off guard a little. With her at attention, so to speak, he smiled once more. This time a softer smile, one with purpose. He then moved her arms back to right in front of her and he released his grip only to place the bubble in her hands. Then he placed his hands on the bubble to make the paint swirl into multiple phrases. *swirl*
"Sorry but I have to go now" *swirl*
"It was great to meet ya and I hope to see you again soon" *swirl*
"Take this gift as a souvenir". The paint then scattered along the surface into many different shapes, swirling into colourful patterns. Zami's eyes were now open and concentrating entirely on the bubble. It began to get warmer, then more solid, then smaller as Zami pushed the bubble against Isla's hands, colours swirling randomly as they got stronger and more vibrant due to the smaller surface area. Within seconds, Isla was holding a colourful orb made of what seemed like solid glass, almost like a giant marble the size of an apple.
Zami got up onto his seat, gave the Phoenix Wing guild one last look full of determination before he hopped off and ran off to find a pen and some parchment or something. He needed to write a letter for the guildmaster...and his trusty light pen was not gonna cut it.