Alys Glasse
His soft chuckle didn't offend Alys this time, her curiosity piqued and her defenses crumbling in its wake. Past her grumpy - and perhaps a bit haughty - exterior, an inquisitive and eager soul lay dormant. It unfurled now from its slumber, and she forgot to be offended.
Alys followed his gaze to find those Abandoned soldiers practicing their craft and watched hungrily as they sparred. It was fascinating to see others wield their power with such ease and finesse. What would it be like, she wondered, to have more than just illusions at her fingertips? If she continued to hone her craft, would her abilities expand, too?
She made a face at Deimos's teasing. It was an interesting shift from her earlier glares and glowering, but she was tired and contented with her work earlier, and it seemed too much effort to be irritable when Deimos's amusement had been earned. "I'll keep that in mind," she said wryly. Then she hesitated. "Could... could I come back and try again sometime?"
Alys followed his gaze to find those Abandoned soldiers practicing their craft and watched hungrily as they sparred. It was fascinating to see others wield their power with such ease and finesse. What would it be like, she wondered, to have more than just illusions at her fingertips? If she continued to hone her craft, would her abilities expand, too?
She made a face at Deimos's teasing. It was an interesting shift from her earlier glares and glowering, but she was tired and contented with her work earlier, and it seemed too much effort to be irritable when Deimos's amusement had been earned. "I'll keep that in mind," she said wryly. Then she hesitated. "Could... could I come back and try again sometime?"
