[That's all she says before focusing, gripping the bowl tightly. A tiny ring of swirling runes appears around each wrist, a few leaving the pattern to circle Rues head once before hovering over the bowl.
Ama whispers a bit in faerie, gibberish to anyone else, and the runes spin faster, a hearty sort of stew falling from them and filling the bowl. When it's done, she smiles a bit tiredly, the runes vanishing.]
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[That's all she says before focusing, gripping the bowl tightly. A tiny ring of swirling runes appears around each wrist, a few leaving the pattern to circle Rues head once before hovering over the bowl.
Ama whispers a bit in faerie, gibberish to anyone else, and the runes spin faster, a hearty sort of stew falling from them and filling the bowl. When it's done, she smiles a bit tiredly, the runes vanishing.]
Is this right, Rue?