Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510170323

He continually stared them down...until her offering. He moved, if only slightly. He looked at them with a slight of increased interest.

His hand, as well as the rest of himself...approached. Toward the young one. Offering him a piece of candy. Mere meters from the youngling, a hand risen, fated to fall upon her, his knee dropped to meet her on equal foot.

His touch was that of a different kind. A tranquility pouring from his velvet fingers directly to her tiny hands. No sudden movement, no hostility, no violence. In fact, none of his previous hostility. Magic flows to her hands. Ethereal particles danced in their unbridled gilded glory.

Her candy was no more. Instead, several pieces laid in her hands. Pieces common in his homeworld. Picking one, he places it on the sand. Seconds pass before the piece vibrates. A deluge of arcane writhes under it, metamorphing it to that of a dish. A delectable dish, filled with enough nutriment for one to go a week with no hunger. And her hands were filled with dozens of pieces.

His lack of violence demonstrated demonstrated prior is replaced by a sense of...empathy?