Rhiannon
All I know is this could either break my heart
or bring it back to life
or bring it back to life
The soldier began to accuse his friends nearby, and Rhiannon’s lips twitched upwards in a faint smile. She herself wielded only the smallest form of lightning, and even if she were more powerful, there was little she could do with her magic aside from frying her enemies. For the first time, she wished for something like water magic that could throw snowballs and craft ice and all manner of other useful things.
She listened as she shoveled, noting the pause before Deimos’s response. When it came, it was measured and calm. Nothing came instantly. Strengthening her magic would be much like strengthening her body - it would occur through hard work and perseverance. She knew that, at much as she wished she could speed up the process. ”Hmm,” she hummed, thinking. ”What’s your favorite element?”
She listened as she shoveled, noting the pause before Deimos’s response. When it came, it was measured and calm. Nothing came instantly. Strengthening her magic would be much like strengthening her body - it would occur through hard work and perseverance. She knew that, at much as she wished she could speed up the process. ”Hmm,” she hummed, thinking. ”What’s your favorite element?”
Got a feelin' your electric touch
could fill this ghost town up with life
could fill this ghost town up with life
