Elizabeth
No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn
She wasn't sure what a 'tangible warning across her mind' would look like, but Elizabeth wasn't too eager to find out, certain that it would not be a pleasant experience. Frequent use of her magic left her tired and hungry, but if she pushed beyond that... would she even be able to move? Would her veins sing with the crackling of magic that ran rampant? Would she be able to sense her magic at all? It was something she'd have to find out sooner or later, whether for her own sake, or curiosity's.
Elizabeth accepted the compliment with a proud smile, tucking a strand of errant hair behind her ear. "Thanks." She couldn't necessarily claim she'd been 'working on it,' but it certainly felt like she'd grown more into her power in recent months.
The piles of dirt appeared around them, and Elizabeth took note of their locations as she nodded her head. "Sounds good to me." Without waiting for another sign to begin, she readied her hands, drawing forth the magic to push it into one of the piles. It wasn't hard, it was as if it was drawn to the earth, sucking the power from the air into its soft embrace. The impact was still enough to send dirt spraying, but it didn't burn or sizzle, just winking out of existence.
Her head tilted, a look of contemplation on her face. "Interesting."
Elizabeth accepted the compliment with a proud smile, tucking a strand of errant hair behind her ear. "Thanks." She couldn't necessarily claim she'd been 'working on it,' but it certainly felt like she'd grown more into her power in recent months.
The piles of dirt appeared around them, and Elizabeth took note of their locations as she nodded her head. "Sounds good to me." Without waiting for another sign to begin, she readied her hands, drawing forth the magic to push it into one of the piles. It wasn't hard, it was as if it was drawn to the earth, sucking the power from the air into its soft embrace. The impact was still enough to send dirt spraying, but it didn't burn or sizzle, just winking out of existence.
Her head tilted, a look of contemplation on her face. "Interesting."
