[ All right, then. Demonstration time. Ephemera reaches into his jacket, pulling a small sketchbook out of one of the inner pockets. Paper doesn't exist around these parts in the traditional sense, but a man can make do with some creativity. Most of the time he snags food wrappers and cleans them up, flattens them, makes it work. He flips through ink drawings of various people, several landscapes, and a few more abstracted tattoo designs before selecting a blank page.
He angles it so Amos can see it, then hold his hand over the page and focuses. Ink spiders out across the page, beginning to form the lines of a mandala. Sharp angles hidden inside smoother curves. ]
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He angles it so Amos can see it, then hold his hand over the page and focuses. Ink spiders out across the page, beginning to form the lines of a mandala. Sharp angles hidden inside smoother curves. ]
That's my party trick.