[her eyebrows lift quickly at the sensation of magic. it straightens her as she sits, nearly to standing, her shoulders lifting with a strong inhale.
her eyes settle on his face, his mouth, watching with greater care.
and then her expression begins to shift, mouth quirking a slow-forming smile that crinkles her eyes.]
Very few peoples choose to magic me like so. [there is just the faintest glint of challenge in her eyes – but an amused one. feeling no danger from his spell makes his bold move more interesting than offensive.]
no subject
her eyes settle on his face, his mouth, watching with greater care.
and then her expression begins to shift, mouth quirking a slow-forming smile that crinkles her eyes.]
Very few peoples choose to magic me like so. [there is just the faintest glint of challenge in her eyes – but an amused one. feeling no danger from his spell makes his bold move more interesting than offensive.]
My words have magic, as well, yes.