He already has wings. [Rincewind is nearly talking to himself, staring down at his wine. The red is deep enough it borders on black. With the light at the right angle, he can catch a dark reflection of himself on the surface.] They glow.
[a soft word to describe how the power of his magic crackled with light, burning the air.]
Would anyone else have a better knowledge of what he can do, do you think?
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[a soft word to describe how the power of his magic crackled with light, burning the air.]
Would anyone else have a better knowledge of what he can do, do you think?