[For a second, he wonders if maybe he's doing something that's too much trouble for a simple decision like left or right. Lip quirking, he looks in wonder at the way water drips through Aspen's fingers, something he never saw anyone do. It's amazing, really, what people could do.]
That works, as long as there's smoke. [He reaches out to pick at the lavender, taking it to his nose to breathe in the scent of it more fully before he sets it.
On the ground near his foot(?!).
He does a quick motion with it, the skin flaring into orange-yellow with the speed and a cinder catching onto the herb. He crouches again, and perks up when the herb starts to smoke, waving his hand to make the fire flare up.] You can throw the coin now.
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That works, as long as there's smoke. [He reaches out to pick at the lavender, taking it to his nose to breathe in the scent of it more fully before he sets it.
On the ground near his foot(?!).
He does a quick motion with it, the skin flaring into orange-yellow with the speed and a cinder catching onto the herb. He crouches again, and perks up when the herb starts to smoke, waving his hand to make the fire flare up.] You can throw the coin now.