MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
To Samael, being only six inches tall in height, everything was technically oversized in comparison. Yet, he did not view the world this way. In his opinion, the world was perfectly itself. The size of something did not determine its wondrousness.
Wishing the world to change would be unthinkable to Samael. Every aspect he encountered was to be adored, in its own way.
The world was poetry in motion, though poetry was a notion he had only discovered recently for all that he loved poetic wordings. He wished to try his hand at composing poetry, though he was not sure how to start. There was a rhythm to it, in a way that general speech did not have.
His gaze landed on another gembound and he drifted from the sky closer to land but not close enough to be in reach. Samael was curious, not incautious.
"Hello there," He greeted, voice smooth and projecting louder than one would expect from such a tiny being.
Assessing, he scanned the gembound, with their swiveling ear, and then he gave a sharp grin. It was not a harsh sharpness, simply a smile that did not bother to hide teeth. Delight at the possibility that had occurred to him.
"Are you listening?" He asked, sounding as delighted as he felt which was very much so.
@Hymn