The girl takes the talk, cheats you out of the walk
It is a swirl of colors that first greets her. It's never the same, altering colors and lighting as quickly as she blinks. She sits in it, reveling in the beauty of chaos, the unpredictability of it. Her eyes close and she delights in the changing sensations of the world around her. When they reopen, she's no longer in an altering flow of magic, but along a forested road.
Men and women walk around her, faceless entities, laughing and joking with one another. A few speak in a language she can't understand and has little will to even learn at all. Her booted feet crunch against the ground and she continues, joining at some points. She can sense they all had a similar purpose. She turns to one man. His face is familiar although she can't place it. The lines and intelligence sparkle in his eyes; she can feel herself nudge him with her elbow and joke, gesturing with a hand at the forest. Eventually both hands join into the gesture, slender fingers mimicking an explosion.
"True power, [static]! Some day you'll have it!" She can hear herself saying.
He gives her something of a look, slightly annoyed and slightly condescending, though he makes no verbal reply. She makes a pouting face and continues walking in the group.
"How far is it?" She says. The man she's teasing gives her another slightly annoyed look, as if he's heard this complaint before. The man next to her offers a slight insight into the distance, but all he earns is an annoyed look.
Brown eyes glance her way. "I suspect in a few years I will have mastered [static]. You are free to utilize my [static] at that time." she sticks her tongue out at him, prompting him to add, "Hardly ladylike."
She makes a hmphing noise and continues walking, backpack dragging at her back. In the front, though, her companions begin gesturing and drawing weapons. The woman reaches for her hips, drawing two daggers, one gleaming bright blue, the other, only glowing faintly yellow.
Her eyes level at the approaching orcs. It would serve as a reminder to them to not attack unsuspecting travelers. With one glance at her familiar companion, she feels herself summoning magic within her soul, fire burning at her fingertips, waiting to be expressed.
Men and women walk around her, faceless entities, laughing and joking with one another. A few speak in a language she can't understand and has little will to even learn at all. Her booted feet crunch against the ground and she continues, joining at some points. She can sense they all had a similar purpose. She turns to one man. His face is familiar although she can't place it. The lines and intelligence sparkle in his eyes; she can feel herself nudge him with her elbow and joke, gesturing with a hand at the forest. Eventually both hands join into the gesture, slender fingers mimicking an explosion.
"True power, [static]! Some day you'll have it!" She can hear herself saying.
He gives her something of a look, slightly annoyed and slightly condescending, though he makes no verbal reply. She makes a pouting face and continues walking in the group.
"How far is it?" She says. The man she's teasing gives her another slightly annoyed look, as if he's heard this complaint before. The man next to her offers a slight insight into the distance, but all he earns is an annoyed look.
Brown eyes glance her way. "I suspect in a few years I will have mastered [static]. You are free to utilize my [static] at that time." she sticks her tongue out at him, prompting him to add, "Hardly ladylike."
She makes a hmphing noise and continues walking, backpack dragging at her back. In the front, though, her companions begin gesturing and drawing weapons. The woman reaches for her hips, drawing two daggers, one gleaming bright blue, the other, only glowing faintly yellow.
Her eyes level at the approaching orcs. It would serve as a reminder to them to not attack unsuspecting travelers. With one glance at her familiar companion, she feels herself summoning magic within her soul, fire burning at her fingertips, waiting to be expressed.