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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Kindling and pretty girl smiles aside, Atlas was not a bit distracted by watching the fire and poking at it in places with bits of straw and waiting until the tips caught on fire. Straw burned down pretty quickly, so it was a speedy game of chicken with the flame before tossing it into the fire with his fingers only slightly licked by the flame. The sticks took a little longer and were more interesting.
Interesting enough that he was sort of zoning out during the transition from identifying some pests to listing off their benefits and good qualities. He likely would have just answered with something pretty straightforward and obvious with them being useful in potions and that sort of thing. So, watching the fire and poking it with another stick it was...until people started moving around a bit and then he was all wide eyed and obviously lost in a wet paper bag.
But...collecting a jar seemed to be the THING...so he went and did that. TWO, actually, because one he offered to Phoebe James while doing bright red cheeks and a sheepish but impish sort of smile.
"...I probably shouldn't cast Glacius. I'll likely destroy the egg," he said somewhat bluntly. "I can't have unborn ashwinder deaths on my conscience."
He still had jarvey death on it, among other things.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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