and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
"Yes." She didn't have much, of course - it had been a small seam to start with, and what she'd actually managed to extract was smaller still - but it was enough for her to use to make some small piece of jewelry. She resisted the urge to pull the obsidian from her bag, to hold it up and twist and turn the stone in the scant light of the caves, just to see how the light reflected in the onyx ore. Instead, she adjusted the bag at her side, retrieving a flask of water, and taking a sip before offering it to Deimos.
"I've been practicing," she said in a tone that suggested she was offended that he'd think she hadn't been. Then she sighed. "I just don't seem to be improving. I don't understand why I'm struggling to make my illusions go further from me. I can do bigger things, and my endurance continues to improve, but my range..." She pursed her lips, irritated by her own inability.
"I've been practicing," she said in a tone that suggested she was offended that he'd think she hadn't been. Then she sighed. "I just don't seem to be improving. I don't understand why I'm struggling to make my illusions go further from me. I can do bigger things, and my endurance continues to improve, but my range..." She pursed her lips, irritated by her own inability.
ALYS
