Briar looks at the chocolate, at him, at the chocolate again - and accepts it with a dorky grin & excitably slinky arm, popping it between his lips before tamping backwards to make space between them. "Gee, I really appreciate it! All of Blue Pegasus has been so nice - I promise to pay this forward to you, so thank you for your patience~" You never turn down kindness / you always give it to others. A mantra to live by as the chocolate disappeared past his pink lips and becomes drowned out by the glow of the magic seals appearing around him. "Oh, but, uhm --" A blush, tittering shyly and glancing away before he could meet the other's eyes again. "N-no. Sorry about all that ... ehe. I just need you as medium. Really, really appreciate your time."
He starts off silly - sillier than he needs to be, for sure - by poorly spinning and tapping his staff like he was doing a little show, ra ta ta ta, and catches himself only a few in with a blush on his cheeks and a sheepish smile at the other boy. Briar contained excitement very poorly. It had to go somewhere. He had to work up the proper flow to mold his magic into something - something real - and that came with its own trials he now worked through. A kick of his heels against the cobblestone and a visualization. He breathes out, lifting his staff higher into the air with both arms, and rocks in place on his soles.
His eyes close and furrow and he feels his mana in this moment. He plucks at it, flinching at the effort it weighed on him spiritually, but he continued to mold. Briar's magic was honed through his love for his gardens and tended the same way he did his plants. You had to nurture it. He hummed between his teeth, parting his mouth open with a fleck of chocolate still on his tongue. The first few seals from his focused state misfired by a fair amount - appearing at random locations with bluish-green glows and spilling out the ethereal grasp of his vinework - but they strayed closer to his lovely assistant on each cast, sweat building on Briar's brow. He shifted, his staff tilting lower on each flick of magic, and he eventually held it flat between his hands horizontally.
He clutched it with one hand under and the other over, whitening at his knuckles from the support of its weight and the pressure of his mana, and he tried again. A seal opened beneath him and under Vesper, flickering with the sound of rain, and then a splash. Just one, another. Rippling through the circle, shimmering, and then solidifying on each point. Another breath, low to concentrate as if aiming the barrel of a gun. At the height of this exhalation - while everything felt still and the only sound was the vibration of his magic - he spoke. "I name you the Trumpet Creeper." Barely a whisper.
It was as if the real flower nearby could sense its kin, shuddering on their vines from an unseen breeze. Vines slogged and shivered out of the seal at Vesper's feat, increasing in size and speed rapidly -- and within moments, he was stuck in their trappings, coiled around each limb. They didn't hurt, but their constriction was a barrier to movement enough to offer firm feedback. They glistened without the sensation of wetness, catching the light to sparkle in semi-translucent waves.
Briar sneaks a peek and the sight brings his eyes fully wide again, his cheeks flushed from exertion and elation in equal measure. "Oh boy, oh boy!" He exclaims, breaking himself both out of the spell trance and its sustainment. The vines tremble and melt away, every drop of dew from their lianas evaporating on contact with the ground. "Oh boy!! Yes! Goodness gracious golly gee willikers, thank you!" His smile is brighter than the red of his cheeks, a rosy tint in all with blooming stars in both eyes. "That's - that's all I needed. Gosh! Oh wow. Phuuu. That felt great. Thank you, really, thank you. I did'na mean to bother you from your day, pallie, really, but it meant lots to me. If you ever need anything around here, too, please ask for me. We're guildmates, aren't we?"
He scampered over to shake Vesper's hand before turning to run off, bouncing between his feet like a particularly excited puppy. "I have to go take some notes on this'm before I go and forget it all, ehe. Golly, being a guild mage is great. Please, please take me up on helping you sometime -- I just -- uhm, I really gotta - oh boy. Uwehh. I'll practice this until it was worth your time today! Thank you!!" He chirped on each hop, barely containing anything if he had 'til now.
He turns to run, giggling, and make it a few prances before he looks back with brighter eyes and a surprised look. Stumbles, stalls. Hops a few feet on one foot from the shift in momentum, offering a nervous titter and a grin from end of his mouth. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! I'm Briar! Briar Càidh!" And his momentum carries, hugging his staff away with glee.
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