Donnie rolls his shoulders back, still quietly intrigued at the instant difference he's feeling. "I wonder how that would taste as a coffee...." he muses.
Light things. The turtlekin blinks. "Oh! Yeah, I...guess in a way I do. I'm not exactly sure what to call it. Some kind of constructs of magical energy?"
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Date: 2024-12-10 05:41 pm (UTC)Light things. The turtlekin blinks. "Oh! Yeah, I...guess in a way I do. I'm not exactly sure what to call it. Some kind of constructs of magical energy?"