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[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

Normally Elon wouldn't bother with something like this, oddly not one for community ritual despite what she is or once was. What peaks her interest is that these are rocks from space and therefore could provide her some easy magic or at least general specks of energy to leach off of. If she so chooses to pursue making one of these necklaces, she could wrap it around a new wand to extend that energy. Yes, it's worth a shot she believes. Yet she'll still have to go mucking along the shore to find the material for this expenditure and she's still feeling too tired (or maybe just far too lazy) to want to do it. Maybe it'd be better off as a location? But she couldn't be guaranteed solitude here if this is a common thing. Sighing, she gives in just like that and makes her way to the water's edge. Just the thought of getting her cute white paws dirty... it's just heartbreaking. Her approach is just in time to hear Alexander's comment and she nods. [b]"I agree. Shame it might be picked clean some day." Of course the means she catches his reaction to Imperia there too and his grated words. She smirks some but is quick to hide it. Little fragments of information are just as useful as these rocks may be.

Welp, time to get it over with really. Elon sums up the courage then just jumps into the pool, perhaps splashing someone, though not aiming to. She shivers and steps around in it, not content to just try to gather some from the water's edge. She'll need the best, the brightest, for her plans. "So any kinda neat stories connected to all this?" She inquires absentmindedly, fishing for hints while she does similar for her piece. By neat, she means what she would consider hokey, but she'll listen none-the-less. "I want to feel endeared while my tail is shriveling up." It's probably not even cold and she's just being a big baby, but a chance to complain is always good.