Alys Glasse
Alys may not have known Deimos well, but she was beginning to get a grasp of his personality. Thus far he had proven to be capable and strong, while maintaining a certain mischievousness that lingered beneath the surface. That rogueishness left Alys more wary than nervous as the ice flurried around her form like so many dancing insects. Would her hurt her? Perhaps not. Would he go to great lengths to distract her? Perhaps.
She focused on her magic when he gave the command, and for a few seconds, her mouse strengthened in form. But then the ice shards changed, again, and her mouse stuttered and flared as her attention shifted. It wasn't even wariness now - it was admiration for the way the shards flitted through the air, forming shapes and images. Would she ever be good enough to do something similar with her magic?
Not without focus and practice. She renewed her energy, forcing herself to ignore the ice pellets dancing around her. Her mouse appeared and skittered across the floor, crawling over her shoe to huddle beside her skirts. It was easier to focus with her eyes cast down toward the mouse, and though she knew it was likely a mistake, she shut out all thought of the ice in favor of strengthening her illusion. Somehow, she managed to hold her focus for just over a minute, until, panting with exertion, she looked up at Deimos for permission to stop.
She focused on her magic when he gave the command, and for a few seconds, her mouse strengthened in form. But then the ice shards changed, again, and her mouse stuttered and flared as her attention shifted. It wasn't even wariness now - it was admiration for the way the shards flitted through the air, forming shapes and images. Would she ever be good enough to do something similar with her magic?
Not without focus and practice. She renewed her energy, forcing herself to ignore the ice pellets dancing around her. Her mouse appeared and skittered across the floor, crawling over her shoe to huddle beside her skirts. It was easier to focus with her eyes cast down toward the mouse, and though she knew it was likely a mistake, she shut out all thought of the ice in favor of strengthening her illusion. Somehow, she managed to hold her focus for just over a minute, until, panting with exertion, she looked up at Deimos for permission to stop.
