As Abby leans in, the wisp floats up higher, its spirals compressing as it seems to focus in under her attention. By now, it shines brightly enough that it could be its own light source in a room, enough to read by if one fancied, a pleasant blue-tinged illumination that isn't any harder to look directly at as a lantern.
The jar itself is clearly built to purpose for keeping it in. Large enough for the wisp to move about, and formed of clear thick glass. The lid itself is latched on with metal, a frame that encompasses the jar entirely, and small runes pressed into the bronze might serve more function than just decoration.
"You can pick it up, if you like," Loxley adds as he comes to stand near her elbow, hands on his hips. "Just don't shake it around too hard, it gets—"
Side glance, abruptly unsure if she is convinced of its emotional sentience enough to buy 'angry'.
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As Abby leans in, the wisp floats up higher, its spirals compressing as it seems to focus in under her attention. By now, it shines brightly enough that it could be its own light source in a room, enough to read by if one fancied, a pleasant blue-tinged illumination that isn't any harder to look directly at as a lantern.
The jar itself is clearly built to purpose for keeping it in. Large enough for the wisp to move about, and formed of clear thick glass. The lid itself is latched on with metal, a frame that encompasses the jar entirely, and small runes pressed into the bronze might serve more function than just decoration.
"You can pick it up, if you like," Loxley adds as he comes to stand near her elbow, hands on his hips. "Just don't shake it around too hard, it gets—"
Side glance, abruptly unsure if she is convinced of its emotional sentience enough to buy 'angry'.
"—fussy."