Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20191203021550/@comment-31597382-20191210015644

Opal felt her face heat. "Well, I know that sometimes an artist work is private, and I didn't want to assume..."

She felt a buzz go through her, as a little beam of magic expelled outward.

"Magic surges stink." Larkin said sympathetically, placing an arm around her. "No damage done that I can see though." He reassured.