[The water doesn't break apart or dissolve at his touch, though it does wiggle to get back on the path it's being directed along, almost like a creature squirming away from being touched. Loose droplets fall, clean and pure thanks to the effect of the seraphic arte. Mikleo's smile grows as he tilts his hand, causing the rope of water to twist like a spiral as it turns; this had been one of the more advanced tricks he'd learned when he and Sorey were smaller, on days when they couldn't go outside and ran out of books to read. Sometimes his element was better than any toy they had available, and Sorey always complimented him when he'd discovered a new thing he could do with it. He'd liked that.
Seeing that sort of wonder in the eyes of someone else is a nice feeling, too.]
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Seeing that sort of wonder in the eyes of someone else is a nice feeling, too.]