you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
“Me neither…” she admits, quietly musing over the facts they’ve been presented with. “But I would guess either something a lot bigger or multiple, smaller somethings.” One for each encantado. Both situations pose a challenge, but in the absence of a clear and present threat, that’s neither here nor there because they have a more pressing matter to attend to: training. Wessex turns from the pod to the merman with a tiny raise of both brows. “Great.”
She wades with ease into the shallows, sending little waves towards her counterpart. She’ll have to go easy on him, which leaves most of her magic out. Except for the least harmful, perhaps. With the sun at their backs, Wessex is able to reach for a little-used, but fun bit of magic - one of her firsts - and directs their shadows with little unnecessary gestures until they rise up out of the water; one attempts to break through the water plate and the other dives back down unto the water to rudely target Hadama's tail.
She wades with ease into the shallows, sending little waves towards her counterpart. She’ll have to go easy on him, which leaves most of her magic out. Except for the least harmful, perhaps. With the sun at their backs, Wessex is able to reach for a little-used, but fun bit of magic - one of her firsts - and directs their shadows with little unnecessary gestures until they rise up out of the water; one attempts to break through the water plate and the other dives back down unto the water to rudely target Hadama's tail.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
