| The future belongs to those |
She didn't know if 'amazing' was the right word, but she smiled at the compliment, nonetheless. Catching the tossed dagger in a fumbling of hands, Elizabeth notes the varying method for her magic. It's not something she's tried before, but she still hums low as she considers the process. "Hmm. Okay. That makes sense."
This time, as she throws the dagger, she does as Flora suggests, only using her magic as a gentle guide rather than a forceful shove. She nudges and prods like a scolding mother redirecting an errant child to the right classroom. It certainly helps although she watches as it wiggles and shifts through the air in a wobbly path towards the dummy. As expected(?), it hits the target with a pathetic lack of force and an inelegant 'arc,' the dagger barely lodged in the thigh.
Elizabeth laughs at the absurdity, looking to Flora with an amused shrug of her shoulders. "Well, it's above the knee."
This time, as she throws the dagger, she does as Flora suggests, only using her magic as a gentle guide rather than a forceful shove. She nudges and prods like a scolding mother redirecting an errant child to the right classroom. It certainly helps although she watches as it wiggles and shifts through the air in a wobbly path towards the dummy. As expected(?), it hits the target with a pathetic lack of force and an inelegant 'arc,' the dagger barely lodged in the thigh.
Elizabeth laughs at the absurdity, looking to Flora with an amused shrug of her shoulders. "Well, it's above the knee."
Elizabeth
| who believe in the beauty of their dreams |
