Her magic was suppressed for so long, and there are moments in this world where it wanes, as though subject to its whims. They found the godsdamned rabbits, but she still remembers trying to summon her rose gold flowers only to find them fizzling into nothing, the source of her power whooshing back in with nowhere to go.
More importantly, she worries for him, ludicrous as the thought might seem to him. They have taken turns being bait before, lulling the actual prey into a false sense of security. But Hatthevar unsettles her, perhaps for its proximity to Matthias itself, and Anurr waiting in the wings. It feels deadly, it all feels more urging.
The thought of anything taking him away from her —
Nonetheless, she sees the strategy in it. Trusts him more than this knot in her chest, the mortal part of her that lingers. They have faced deadlier. "All right," she says, a bright mote of fire taking shape in her hand.
She waits for his cue, waits for the distraction. Ignores the sting in her leg.
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Her magic was suppressed for so long, and there are moments in this world where it wanes, as though subject to its whims. They found the godsdamned rabbits, but she still remembers trying to summon her rose gold flowers only to find them fizzling into nothing, the source of her power whooshing back in with nowhere to go.
More importantly, she worries for him, ludicrous as the thought might seem to him. They have taken turns being bait before, lulling the actual prey into a false sense of security. But Hatthevar unsettles her, perhaps for its proximity to Matthias itself, and Anurr waiting in the wings. It feels deadly, it all feels more urging.
The thought of anything taking him away from her —
Nonetheless, she sees the strategy in it. Trusts him more than this knot in her chest, the mortal part of her that lingers. They have faced deadlier. "All right," she says, a bright mote of fire taking shape in her hand.
She waits for his cue, waits for the distraction. Ignores the sting in her leg.