[There's a moment where Seregil's fingers start to slightly curl in toward Alec's palm before he flexes them a little, making the action look natural.]
Only my own, and no traditional locks to speak of.
[There's a slight growl of frustration in his voice. Picks would be useless here; they have to figure out how to ply their trade with these finger press locks.]
Unless they have strong spells to ward against it. They have those sort of spells all over the Orëska. I wish Nysander were here to look into it. I'd even take Thero at this point.
[He snatched back the dough and rolled it into a ball, throwing it at the far wall only for it to bounce back into his hand.]
no subject
[There's a moment where Seregil's fingers start to slightly curl in toward Alec's palm before he flexes them a little, making the action look natural.]
Only my own, and no traditional locks to speak of.
[There's a slight growl of frustration in his voice. Picks would be useless here; they have to figure out how to ply their trade with these finger press locks.]
Unless they have strong spells to ward against it. They have those sort of spells all over the Orëska. I wish Nysander were here to look into it. I'd even take Thero at this point.
[He snatched back the dough and rolled it into a ball, throwing it at the far wall only for it to bounce back into his hand.]