[ Kalim can see the mental pathways he would usually travel. Scold Jamil about a lack of imagination, cajole him with a stream-of-consciousness myriad of theories about the ruins' prior usage. And each theory would be more inane than the last, until he could goad Jamil into cracking the faintest smile, and the world would be right, if only because Kalim managed to melt that ice for a fraction of a second.
Instead, he hums, and nods, and shrugs through his grin. ]
You're probably right.
[ Carpet meanders through the air while Kalim picks his way up to (what he assumes is) the stage. ]
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Instead, he hums, and nods, and shrugs through his grin. ]
You're probably right.
[ Carpet meanders through the air while Kalim picks his way up to (what he assumes is) the stage. ]
So! How do we do a fire show?