“I usually had colors on the surface of mine, but they tended to be thin streaks.” They watch the swirls, too, wondering if another color will appear. “I like your gray. It seems alive.” Their black was still and hard, like a wall for the rest of their emotions to break through. Shaw’s gray is always moving, always hinting at something under the surface even without other colors.
“Do you mind if I hold it?” They had felt something when Malcolm had asked them to think about how they would feel if something happened to Rawne. Maybe that will be enough for Shaw’s orb to pick up on it.
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“I usually had colors on the surface of mine, but they tended to be thin streaks.” They watch the swirls, too, wondering if another color will appear. “I like your gray. It seems alive.” Their black was still and hard, like a wall for the rest of their emotions to break through. Shaw’s gray is always moving, always hinting at something under the surface even without other colors.
“Do you mind if I hold it?” They had felt something when Malcolm had asked them to think about how they would feel if something happened to Rawne. Maybe that will be enough for Shaw’s orb to pick up on it.