Cole listened to her quietly as he did his work, able to shape and bend his tendrils to create structures on the inside of the stone, making a few rows of delicate strips facing a tube-shaped mouthpiece. The hollow stone, about the size of a human heart, had several holes along the top of it. Etched with Celtic designs, the work was impossibly detailed.
Cole smiled and rolled the work in his hands, slowly closing his eyes and blowing across the top of the piece. The resulting sound was a humming harmonic note, though it was a bit sharp. Sighing, he curled one of the invisible tendrils around it and flung it into the lake.
“With years of learning how to make a forcefield change shape.†He smiled weakly. To be honest, he did little. The forcefield itself moved how it willed, though he and it usually had the same intentions.
Turning his gaze to Beatrice next to him, he noticed the claws slipping in and out. Looking her over once more, he sighed as it clicked. “Ah. You know, you never did answer my question.†He said with a chuckle. “What separates you from the common people?†He asked, scooping up some dry sand and brushing away the stone flakes.
Cole smiled and rolled the work in his hands, slowly closing his eyes and blowing across the top of the piece. The resulting sound was a humming harmonic note, though it was a bit sharp. Sighing, he curled one of the invisible tendrils around it and flung it into the lake.
“With years of learning how to make a forcefield change shape.†He smiled weakly. To be honest, he did little. The forcefield itself moved how it willed, though he and it usually had the same intentions.
Turning his gaze to Beatrice next to him, he noticed the claws slipping in and out. Looking her over once more, he sighed as it clicked. “Ah. You know, you never did answer my question.†He said with a chuckle. “What separates you from the common people?†He asked, scooping up some dry sand and brushing away the stone flakes.