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Meandering over to the perch behind Evie, Amun slipped his hands into his pockets. Regarding the starkly metallic structure, he glanced at the materials she'd provided. Nodding approvingly at the flowers, he gave the cloth an almost suspicious look.
Then he moved towards the paint. "Any idea if this is flammable?" Although he'd never seen or encountered the spark bird, he'd heard stories. The last thing he wanted was a stray spark to literally send all their hard work up in flames. Still, apart from that one comment, he settled in to wait patiently for further instructions. Slouching a bit, he whistled a cheerful tune.
Then he moved towards the paint. "Any idea if this is flammable?" Although he'd never seen or encountered the spark bird, he'd heard stories. The last thing he wanted was a stray spark to literally send all their hard work up in flames. Still, apart from that one comment, he settled in to wait patiently for further instructions. Slouching a bit, he whistled a cheerful tune.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
