"Venusian dragonflies," he repeats, beaming skyward. "I have never heard of such a thing, but now I'm glad I have. Yes, I've seen the kind they grow on Midgard. On Earth, rather. Same thing. They were tremendous once, I've heard, in the dawn of the planet's history."
Before his time. He's less than two-thousand years old, after all. "They are usually blue or glossy green, on Earth. Half the length of my hand at the largest."
There's another explosion of light in the sky high above, and he pauses to watch it with open satisfaction before turning to look at her better. "Of course. I assume no one wants a facefull of sparks, even in the Nexus."
He's not going to try to break anything, although unfortunately, chances are even if he does accidentally burn something down he won't be that sorry. In the meantime, he holds out a hand and casts a delicate little illusory dragonfly over his palm--a common green darner. It probably looks more like a hologram than magic, just now. He's not exerting himself.
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Date: 2018-11-23 02:45 am (UTC)Before his time. He's less than two-thousand years old, after all. "They are usually blue or glossy green, on Earth. Half the length of my hand at the largest."
There's another explosion of light in the sky high above, and he pauses to watch it with open satisfaction before turning to look at her better. "Of course. I assume no one wants a facefull of sparks, even in the Nexus."
He's not going to try to break anything, although unfortunately, chances are even if he does accidentally burn something down he won't be that sorry. In the meantime, he holds out a hand and casts a delicate little illusory dragonfly over his palm--a common green darner. It probably looks more like a hologram than magic, just now. He's not exerting himself.