But, at the very least, he can count quietly, so as not to bother Ned's lounging, and he moves over to the lavender. That's a bit harder to count than the blades of grass, and eventually, he looks back up at Ned, raising an eyebrow.
"So. This is what you turned into. A... flower conjurer?"
And maybe he's a little jealous. He'd have much preferred being able to make flowers grow than being stuck as a counting vampire. He's been trying to avoid face to face contact with people as much as he can today, unsure of whether he'll want to attack them or not. So far, he's found that as long as he doesn't stare intently at someone, he doesn't seem inclined to attack. He hopes that luck holds.
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But, at the very least, he can count quietly, so as not to bother Ned's lounging, and he moves over to the lavender. That's a bit harder to count than the blades of grass, and eventually, he looks back up at Ned, raising an eyebrow.
"So. This is what you turned into. A... flower conjurer?"
And maybe he's a little jealous. He'd have much preferred being able to make flowers grow than being stuck as a counting vampire. He's been trying to avoid face to face contact with people as much as he can today, unsure of whether he'll want to attack them or not. So far, he's found that as long as he doesn't stare intently at someone, he doesn't seem inclined to attack. He hopes that luck holds.