[PQ] Knick Knacks and Tat

The suncatchers gradually began to come together, like colours swaddled together with clay, arranged into abstract designs that would, with any luck, send colours dancing through a room when light shone through it. ”It wasn’t... wasn’t either. Fire or magic. It... there was... like, little bugs? Really little. And they... glowed, and made power.” That was about as far as Peters understanding of it went, at least as it related to the lights. He had made a handful of the small suncatchers, and went to hold one up, trying to test it to see if it worked like he hoped. As Peter lifted though, the still soft clay began to come apart, and he scrambled to catch the pieces before it broke completely. ”How um... does it just get... does it just harden?” Maybe he should have chosen something he was more familiar with. Not that there really was anything he was more familiar with available. Hopefully, this was just him missing something, and his work would still be useful. Peter Perfectly able to hold my own hand, But I still can’t kiss my own neck;