[He muses as he sees it, before summoning forth one of his butterflies - raising a hand and letting it flutter on a finger.]
Actually - I find myself wondering if I might have already learned such a thing...though, of course, I had no formal training. But...
[The butterfly takes off, quietly flying over to the chalkboard and picking up a piece of chalk in it's spindly limbs, coming back with barely any effort and dropping the item into his hand.]
...As you can see, my butterflies are able to essentially do the same thing, so - perhaps I came to this same sort of spell without ever truly learning of it? Is such a thing possible?
and then my life got crazy and I stopped sleeping correctly ANYWAY
Actually - I find myself wondering if I might have already learned such a thing...though, of course, I had no formal training. But...
[The butterfly takes off, quietly flying over to the chalkboard and picking up a piece of chalk in it's spindly limbs, coming back with barely any effort and dropping the item into his hand.]
...As you can see, my butterflies are able to essentially do the same thing, so - perhaps I came to this same sort of spell without ever truly learning of it? Is such a thing possible?