...leave the line... well, alright. Let's give that a shot.
[ Bruno takes the rusty one she's drawn the lines on and stares at it hard before grasping his focus — a brass pocket watch on the table nearby — and saying his incantation. He does his best to parse out the lines as he wills the rusty gardening tool to return to how it once was, no dings in the metal, no rust clinging to it, shiny and clean.
It doesn't quite go as planned, though.
It does repair itself, slowly reversing back towards its original state, but the wood where the marks were made similarly reverts, and that leaves Bruno frowning down at it. ]
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[ Bruno takes the rusty one she's drawn the lines on and stares at it hard before grasping his focus — a brass pocket watch on the table nearby — and saying his incantation. He does his best to parse out the lines as he wills the rusty gardening tool to return to how it once was, no dings in the metal, no rust clinging to it, shiny and clean.
It doesn't quite go as planned, though.
It does repair itself, slowly reversing back towards its original state, but the wood where the marks were made similarly reverts, and that leaves Bruno frowning down at it. ]