[The moment that she's beckoned for, Doki is there. She had gasped happily when her iron pebble met the wall and fell harmless. If this were a fight, she would be annoyed. It is not a fight, only a demonstration, and soon this could be hers to fight with instead. So she wants to see up close, this thing--the lens, glinting in the light, and the glove.]
I am very lucky.
[This she says first as reassurance. And she does not lean back when the beam shoots out across the field. Instead she follows it, with hawk eyes. Wood and straw, bones and meat.
She is grinning when she looks at him.]
This would be very good to have. [The glove. She reaches out to try and touch it with casual familiarity.] It is of Riftwatch?
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I am very lucky.
[This she says first as reassurance. And she does not lean back when the beam shoots out across the field. Instead she follows it, with hawk eyes. Wood and straw, bones and meat.
She is grinning when she looks at him.]
This would be very good to have. [The glove. She reaches out to try and touch it with casual familiarity.] It is of Riftwatch?