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It sounds like Elizabeth has a lot to learn about fighting, and practicing to fight, because these are all things that she's never bothered to consider, her head nodding as she files the information away for later review. Perhaps she might even look for a few supporting references to study, something that might give her a better idea of fighting strategies and projectiles.
Regardless, she can't deny Flora's skills, watching as she easily nails the chest with barely a look in the dummy's direction. Her eyebrows raise in interest as she mentally prepares her magic for her next attempt: books and shelves, books and shelves. She just has to remember books and shelves. But the unsettling image of an amoeba of feathers and teeth are enough to make her flinch from her silent preparations, a light chuckle on her lips. "Uh. I think I'll pass on that one."
Seeing the glint of metal, Elizabeth pictures it as a gilded book cover, delicate pages that need to be properly stored in their alphabetical organization method. As if her hand is gently but firmly gripping the spine of the book, she guides it through the air, not hesitating to slide it into its rightful place. Which turns out to be in the target's shoulder, such an improvement that Elizabeth stands open mouthed for a second before turning to Flora. "That was amazing!" Obviously there is still a lot of progress to be made, but anything above the knee is a win, right?
Regardless, she can't deny Flora's skills, watching as she easily nails the chest with barely a look in the dummy's direction. Her eyebrows raise in interest as she mentally prepares her magic for her next attempt: books and shelves, books and shelves. She just has to remember books and shelves. But the unsettling image of an amoeba of feathers and teeth are enough to make her flinch from her silent preparations, a light chuckle on her lips. "Uh. I think I'll pass on that one."
Seeing the glint of metal, Elizabeth pictures it as a gilded book cover, delicate pages that need to be properly stored in their alphabetical organization method. As if her hand is gently but firmly gripping the spine of the book, she guides it through the air, not hesitating to slide it into its rightful place. Which turns out to be in the target's shoulder, such an improvement that Elizabeth stands open mouthed for a second before turning to Flora. "That was amazing!" Obviously there is still a lot of progress to be made, but anything above the knee is a win, right?
Elizabeth
| who believe in the beauty of their dreams |
