Matthias' mouth drops open. He takes a step closer, forgetting to be apprehensive or unsure, forgetting that there are other people around, people he should probably be trying to impress, or at least demonstrate a modicum of dignity instead of staring wide-eyed at this display.
"Maker's breath..."
The buildings move so easily under the gold Matthias' hands. Whole parts of Kirkwall changes: low buildings built high, roads made wide. The Gallows is rebuilt entirely, beautiful spires and gleaming walls, and all of it shimmering with an unearthly light when the work is done, a beacon out on the water.
Matthias looks at the gold man. "This is amazing." And he gets it, he thinks. It's the look of the Gallows that tips him off. A place where they used to keep mages now polished up and changed, a place of sanctuary built proud on the ruins of the old. It's what he would want. What it should be. A dream come to life. "I've never seen magic like this before."
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"Maker's breath..."
The buildings move so easily under the gold Matthias' hands. Whole parts of Kirkwall changes: low buildings built high, roads made wide. The Gallows is rebuilt entirely, beautiful spires and gleaming walls, and all of it shimmering with an unearthly light when the work is done, a beacon out on the water.
Matthias looks at the gold man. "This is amazing." And he gets it, he thinks. It's the look of the Gallows that tips him off. A place where they used to keep mages now polished up and changed, a place of sanctuary built proud on the ruins of the old. It's what he would want. What it should be. A dream come to life. "I've never seen magic like this before."