MAGICKA LEVEL 92%
RESTORED TO 100%
Action. Thought. "Speech."
so. blacksmith talk done.
he didn't know what he expected, but he's here now. all he knows now, and what he has.
he doesn't know how many tries he has at this. if the stone doesn't shatter beneath his paws, he can try again later. it'll be okay. hopefully. and, hey, if he can't do it, he can convince someone better at magic to have a go.
setting the thulite down in the very back of his den, leaves, moss, flowers and other bedding lining the floor, and sighed heavily. he can do this. maybe not now, if it fails, but later. it'll just.. take a while.
he prepared himself for failure, and closed his eyes, placing a steady paw on the thulite, and tried his best.
he opened an eye, after a moment of mostly nothing. he looked down and, to his IMMENSE relief, it worked. he watched the thulite take root in the little bed he had made and he smiled brightly. he never imagined himself the father type but... he could try, yknow..?