[ He pauses for a moment before he closes his eyes and seems to be concentrating. His hand is open, and as he flexes it, there's a soft sound almost like a bell. When Jacobi looks again, he'll see a tiny flower there, a little lopsided and soft in color with a scent that's the most beautiful thing he's ever smelled. ]
I can make things. Harmless things. I can also do a few other harmless tricks.
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I can make things. Harmless things. I can also do a few other harmless tricks.