[He lets his eyes settle on his wand, smile thinning only slightly in thought. It's not as though he doesn't know exactly what is most important to him. But to find the words that strike the right chord, that call the spirits...
He closes his eyes and lets out a long breath, relaxed, as his wands lifts just slightly.]
Manu Propria.
[The broom materializes slowly like a star shower - nothing fancy, simple and black from top to bottom, with golden rings decorating both the top of the handle and securing the bristles into a tight teardrop shape. Though Solomon holds his hand out to take it as the summoning finishes, the tightness of his eyes betrays a silent moment of unpleasant surprise and disappointment.]
Rather elegant, isn't it? To anchor your magic to conviction.
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Mmm. A meaningful phrase, right?
[He lets his eyes settle on his wand, smile thinning only slightly in thought. It's not as though he doesn't know exactly what is most important to him. But to find the words that strike the right chord, that call the spirits...
He closes his eyes and lets out a long breath, relaxed, as his wands lifts just slightly.]
Manu Propria.
[The broom materializes slowly like a star shower - nothing fancy, simple and black from top to bottom, with golden rings decorating both the top of the handle and securing the bristles into a tight teardrop shape. Though Solomon holds his hand out to take it as the summoning finishes, the tightness of his eyes betrays a silent moment of unpleasant surprise and disappointment.]
Rather elegant, isn't it? To anchor your magic to conviction.