[Wrathion holds the gem in his palm for a few moments, assessing it, considering its elemental parts. Hmm. Yes, he can work with this.
The gem begins to glow in his palm, and its inner facets shift around, changing the way it throws and catches light. Its color becomes richer, more vibrant; its impurities are burned away. Wrathion's eyes burn bright red as he works with the gem, and he grins with sheer delight as the process takes shape.
Once done, he hands it back to Bel. Newly fortified, purified, strengthened--and maybe with a little drop of his own essence, too. Just to keep an eye on things.]
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The gem begins to glow in his palm, and its inner facets shift around, changing the way it throws and catches light. Its color becomes richer, more vibrant; its impurities are burned away. Wrathion's eyes burn bright red as he works with the gem, and he grins with sheer delight as the process takes shape.
Once done, he hands it back to Bel. Newly fortified, purified, strengthened--and maybe with a little drop of his own essence, too. Just to keep an eye on things.]
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