[Is the answer something related to your awful cooking?
Solomon's questions make her ponder. The one she hates the most comes to mind easily, but the one about what she loves the most is one she has to think about]
I think...I have kind of grown to love the sky. It's so faraway and it can be so beautiful sometimes. Just...staring at a real sky would feel so nice.
[Ah, the answer of someone who didn't see much sky in a while]
I have!!! Making magical items is a hobby of mine. Anything you can think of, as serious or as silly as you might want. If it can be imagined, I can attempt it.
[In the moment, he sounds almost... boyish, in a way, in his excitement.]
And I wish I could show you. It's not like a magician's trick, of course... no pulling a rabbit out of nowhere. But the truly magical has plenty of surprises.
[Still, he grows thoughtful at her answer. Debating, a moment, on how much he wants to share.
...]
The sky becomes a beautiful thing when you aren't able to see it for a while. Beautiful and grand, like it might stretch on into eternity. To be away feels like keeping water from a man dying of thirst. Like the world is somehow... so much smaller and emptier without it.
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[Is the answer something related to your awful cooking?
Solomon's questions make her ponder. The one she hates the most comes to mind easily, but the one about what she loves the most is one she has to think about]
I think...I have kind of grown to love the sky. It's so faraway and it can be so beautiful sometimes. Just...staring at a real sky would feel so nice.
[Ah, the answer of someone who didn't see much sky in a while]
I hate eating.
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[In the moment, he sounds almost... boyish, in a way, in his excitement.]
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What time of day, do you think would be best? Bright and sunny and blue? Or under a clear, cloudless sea of stars?
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[Because of Solomon's excitement. It's adorable]
Bright and blue. The kind you'd see in a stereotypical kid's drawing.
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[Still, he grows thoughtful at her answer. Debating, a moment, on how much he wants to share.
...]
The sky becomes a beautiful thing when you aren't able to see it for a while. Beautiful and grand, like it might stretch on into eternity. To be away feels like keeping water from a man dying of thirst. Like the world is somehow... so much smaller and emptier without it.