[ Offhand, distracted—but a moment and a half later, once the magic that had been distracting him is finished and a white-light wisp of a spirit is bobbing between his upheld hands, he belatedly gives her a look with the faintest eyebrow tilt to say what. What a strange elf.
He cups a hand under the spirit for a second and then withdraws it, and it drifts away from him. But with purpose. That's part of the trick. Behind Beleth and back around toward him, making a pleased burbling humming sound and briefly detouring to hover near her plants, until Kostos gives the wisp a cross look to match the disapproval that the little thing is able to feel emanating from him.
It can feel gratitude, too, so he doesn't say thank you before sending it back where it came from and holding up four of his fingers to mimic Beleth's. ]
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[ Offhand, distracted—but a moment and a half later, once the magic that had been distracting him is finished and a white-light wisp of a spirit is bobbing between his upheld hands, he belatedly gives her a look with the faintest eyebrow tilt to say what. What a strange elf.
He cups a hand under the spirit for a second and then withdraws it, and it drifts away from him. But with purpose. That's part of the trick. Behind Beleth and back around toward him, making a pleased burbling humming sound and briefly detouring to hover near her plants, until Kostos gives the wisp a cross look to match the disapproval that the little thing is able to feel emanating from him.
It can feel gratitude, too, so he doesn't say thank you before sending it back where it came from and holding up four of his fingers to mimic Beleth's. ]
That gesture is very rude, in my country.
[ No it isn't. ]