Evie
Evie laughs, ready to admit that maybe she should concede more often when it comes to gifts, but the familiar chill in her lungs as they suddenly clench around nothing makes it clear she has encountered a breath snatch. Instinctual as it is, her oldest and most trustworthy magic comes to the fore, healing and abating the crippling frost so that she only coughs twice as the temperature in her throat readjusts. Shaking her head, she frowns. "Hate those things," she mutters, having been distracted from the initial topic.
"I'll try to be better about gifts," she admits with a small chuckle, aware that even after a few years together she still finds magical items far too important to be given to her as a gift. "Because it is really amazing." Enough so that she would be enchanted to receive more in the future.
But for now she just wants to continue playing with it, and Deimos gives her the perfect opportunity - as well as a bit of a light show - with a half-melted chunk of ice. Aiming far more deliberately this time with the sword held out in front of her, she keeps the motion much smaller and shorter, almost like cutting with an axe. It works - the lightning shooting out in front of her this time with that same shriek of noise, striking the water coalescing at the top of the ice and sending it spraying in a long, narrow stream down the beach. Blinking afterimages from her eyes she trots forward eagerly, peering at the snow to see where the droplets end. "About this far you think?" Using her boot to mark how far the water droplets had made it. If there's anything further, Deimos would have had a better view of it.
"I'll try to be better about gifts," she admits with a small chuckle, aware that even after a few years together she still finds magical items far too important to be given to her as a gift. "Because it is really amazing." Enough so that she would be enchanted to receive more in the future.
But for now she just wants to continue playing with it, and Deimos gives her the perfect opportunity - as well as a bit of a light show - with a half-melted chunk of ice. Aiming far more deliberately this time with the sword held out in front of her, she keeps the motion much smaller and shorter, almost like cutting with an axe. It works - the lightning shooting out in front of her this time with that same shriek of noise, striking the water coalescing at the top of the ice and sending it spraying in a long, narrow stream down the beach. Blinking afterimages from her eyes she trots forward eagerly, peering at the snow to see where the droplets end. "About this far you think?" Using her boot to mark how far the water droplets had made it. If there's anything further, Deimos would have had a better view of it.
there she was, all dressed in adventure
straddling the edge of a star
straddling the edge of a star
