[ Once the crowd of children have dispersed, Ash goes about trying to rearranging the chairs back to normal, though she doesn't make too much of a deal of it, simply pushing them out of their roughly circular shape with her knee. This way and then that way, their legs scraping mutedly against the carpet.
She smiles at Roxana, always appreciative of an audience. ]
Thanks. Didn't always used to be this good, but— [ She shrugs. Circe had changed all that. What had once been sleight of hand for Ash was not honest to goodness magic. ]
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She smiles at Roxana, always appreciative of an audience. ]
Thanks. Didn't always used to be this good, but— [ She shrugs. Circe had changed all that. What had once been sleight of hand for Ash was not honest to goodness magic. ]