Thaumaturgy approaches you casually, although you can clearly note a tinge of anxiety and fear on his face that he poorly tries to hide. He's dressed up with his usual cloak and bears his half-golden ... View MoreThaumaturgy approaches you casually, although you can clearly note a tinge of anxiety and fear on his face that he poorly tries to hide. He's dressed up with his usual cloak and bears his half-golden horn, Mulemouth, with a ring on it. On the ring are 8 eyes that quickly close once you make eye contact with them, giving you the impression that something about the horn or the ring happened to be sentient or are at least used in such ways. The stallion, however, does not mind. Under his white and black cloak, through a glimpse of the fabric, you can see a very large staff that seems to be compressed into a shorter and collapsible form. He has a necklace on that seems to be a gold and silver key, the hues plastered on them as if they were made of colored metal.
The stallion puts his right hoof into his cloak, leaning his weight on his other three hooves and pulls out a bouquet of peace lillies, oleanders, and daffodils. The bouquet seems quite large until you realize that they are actually smaller potted plants that are still alive rather than a true bouquet. It seems he considered the idea that flowers that will eventually die are not a very good gift in his eyes.
He hands the bouquet over to you, his hood slightly covering his cheeks that are now glowing a salmon red. #rp