[ Gold takes note of the creature and where he settles, mainly to be certain he doesn't misdirect his magic. His hands move, slow and steady, and rather than weave cloth it is as though with his fingers, he is drawing on the air.
The ceiling doesn't repair so much as it rewinds; Gold doesn't know magic to mend, but he can transform. In this case, it's a bit of a cheat, isn't it? He is transforming a broken roof into one that is not broken, using his memory of the architecture in the other room to direct him. ]
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The ceiling doesn't repair so much as it rewinds; Gold doesn't know magic to mend, but he can transform. In this case, it's a bit of a cheat, isn't it? He is transforming a broken roof into one that is not broken, using his memory of the architecture in the other room to direct him. ]