[Orcelito leans forward in curiosity – and lets out a gasp of astonishment when the inkwell comes into being. He’s seen magic before, but this… is it real?
Daring to question, he reaches forward with a pale and, it must be admitted, shaking hand to dip the green-feathered quill into the ink. It certainly feels right – that’s his first indication this is real. This ink isn’t watery – oh no – it feels delightfully thick and rich.
With lots of care, he removes the quill and sets it to paper. Immediately, his hand stops trembling; he can write beautifully under any duress, and it shows as the letters form simply and smoothly. He gets nearly a whole sentence out of that single load.
Orcelito takes a deep, calming breath, and he’s back to his serious self. Now comes the tricky part. He’s learned from past experience to be very careful in these matters.]
I want your conditions, exactly. What types of stories are you looking for, and do you have a preference for prose, poetry, or song?
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Daring to question, he reaches forward with a pale and, it must be admitted, shaking hand to dip the green-feathered quill into the ink. It certainly feels right – that’s his first indication this is real. This ink isn’t watery – oh no – it feels delightfully thick and rich.
With lots of care, he removes the quill and sets it to paper. Immediately, his hand stops trembling; he can write beautifully under any duress, and it shows as the letters form simply and smoothly. He gets nearly a whole sentence out of that single load.
Orcelito takes a deep, calming breath, and he’s back to his serious self. Now comes the tricky part. He’s learned from past experience to be very careful in these matters.]
I want your conditions, exactly. What types of stories are you looking for, and do you have a preference for prose, poetry, or song?