[ He can force the endless waters out from him, but it only touches his skin for a moment, like a taunt, before it is gone, leaving his skin just as dry as before. The only change is the way his skin glimmers with the salt left behind, that one mineral of earth that the heat of the air does not carry away with it, like a scattering of scales or tiny diamonds across his taut back and heaving shoulders. ]
Little jeweller, little smith.
[ The words are taunting, even for how trapped he is now, unable to see the way Gorthaur's bindings have brought him to a position that looks as though he kneels, utterly humbled. ]
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Little jeweller, little smith.
[ The words are taunting, even for how trapped he is now, unable to see the way Gorthaur's bindings have brought him to a position that looks as though he kneels, utterly humbled. ]
Are you so jealous of me?