Uh-huh. [ A breath she didn't even realize was caught in her chest is released. It's one thing to know that she's proud of herself for it, but it does matter to her that he likes it. ] I made the pieces outta clay -- I used magic to make it match my memory perfectly. Then I put it together with the snow spell and charmed the animals before I sealed it all in glass. It should be shatterproof, but maybe don't test that part of the spell on purpose.
[ She can't hide her happiness, and doesn't really try. There has been precious little in the past months to be happy about, and something about holding onto these out-of-place holidays has been one of her grounding threads. They feel like anchors, these traditions, and she's been lucky that so many other people have identical ones to celebrate with her. Otherwise, it would just be sad, fixating on days that she would be among the last to ever remember.
Biting her lip absently, she takes the pouch and fishes out the tooth. Something flares in her chest, warm and squeezing; she's never actually mentioned it, but she's spent months trying to bring the one in the Horizon outside. Not that she was putting much sweat into it, but she would give it a go every time, just in case. Couldn't hurt, she'd figured, but she never managed to make it work.
Julie runs her thumb over the tooth for a moment. She never learned much about the metal from Nocwich, certainly not enough to identify it by sight alone, but she can feel something of it. Not in a tactile way, but in a sense that she can't describe clearly, like it's brushing against some part of her that she can't see. Her magic. Turning it over, she can recognize the symbols as runes, but not ones she knows -- Wanda only taught Julie the ones from her own world, which were slightly more familiar shapes than these.
She looks up at him, eyes shiny in the light of the fire and the little bulbs that flicker on the tree. Her voice is soft. ] What does it say?
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[ She can't hide her happiness, and doesn't really try. There has been precious little in the past months to be happy about, and something about holding onto these out-of-place holidays has been one of her grounding threads. They feel like anchors, these traditions, and she's been lucky that so many other people have identical ones to celebrate with her. Otherwise, it would just be sad, fixating on days that she would be among the last to ever remember.
Biting her lip absently, she takes the pouch and fishes out the tooth. Something flares in her chest, warm and squeezing; she's never actually mentioned it, but she's spent months trying to bring the one in the Horizon outside. Not that she was putting much sweat into it, but she would give it a go every time, just in case. Couldn't hurt, she'd figured, but she never managed to make it work.
Julie runs her thumb over the tooth for a moment. She never learned much about the metal from Nocwich, certainly not enough to identify it by sight alone, but she can feel something of it. Not in a tactile way, but in a sense that she can't describe clearly, like it's brushing against some part of her that she can't see. Her magic. Turning it over, she can recognize the symbols as runes, but not ones she knows -- Wanda only taught Julie the ones from her own world, which were slightly more familiar shapes than these.
She looks up at him, eyes shiny in the light of the fire and the little bulbs that flicker on the tree. Her voice is soft. ] What does it say?