JACK
She lands with all the grace of a potato sack, and Jack is left bobbing quite happily against the side of the boat as she turns to inspect her injuries. He isn't smiling (not that you can see, and it has nothing to do with the way half his face is obscured by the boat, shut up), his eyebrows raising at the blood on her knee.
"Least you didn't land on your face," he points out, smirking and using further water magic to propel her little vessel around, guiding it back towards the sunny shores and white sands of the Hale Ka'aila.
"Next time, it helps if you actually push your boat up onto th'sand," he remarks, content to be shuttled around by his own magic and her runaway rowboat. "Ain't got healin' magic," he says, nodding at her knees. "Salt water'll sting like a bitch, but it'll help."
"Least you didn't land on your face," he points out, smirking and using further water magic to propel her little vessel around, guiding it back towards the sunny shores and white sands of the Hale Ka'aila.
"Next time, it helps if you actually push your boat up onto th'sand," he remarks, content to be shuttled around by his own magic and her runaway rowboat. "Ain't got healin' magic," he says, nodding at her knees. "Salt water'll sting like a bitch, but it'll help."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
