Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-35042251-20190923161415/@comment-39487125-20191113015632

Nocturnus lowered the instrument again, waiting for another request. He stretched out his talon and weaved different shapes and patterns through the air periodically.

One might notice him watching Silvy drink, for he was keeping track of how many glasses she had. The amount cleverly hidden in the mystic weavings.