[He leans forward, looking over the spread of the table with a far-too-giddy look.]
[Caliborn is not very good at a lot of things, including thinking. It legitimately comes hard for him; he thinks in colors and lines, callbacks and callforwards.]
[Even if he knows he won't master this game in one sitting, he feels predisposed and connected to this one. It is many things that are right to him, and he likes that.]
[Caliborn takes the stick, aims it at the cue ball, and fires a shot. It ricochets, hits the ball he was targeting, but it doesn't really go the proper way. Bad angle, not a good spin. It knocks a few others around inconsequentially.]