[She clicks her tongue at him, but there is the hint of amusement in her gaze, the slightest quirk of her lip as she moves on to her glass, following through the steps with him. And rather than try to think of what she might think of herself, she thinks about him. Thinks of his work, his lightning, his laughter and his smile, maybe even the feel of his touch on her skin, warm and safe and familiar. She thinks of their memories together, and all of the things that make him her Cidolfus.
As she blows into the pipe, she can already see the glass starting to take shape, less of a circle and more of... something else. What that is, she doesn't quite know, but it elongates rather than bubbles out in all directions. She frowns at it, not quite sure what to make of it, when she glances at him.]
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As she blows into the pipe, she can already see the glass starting to take shape, less of a circle and more of... something else. What that is, she doesn't quite know, but it elongates rather than bubbles out in all directions. She frowns at it, not quite sure what to make of it, when she glances at him.]
Did you manage something?