The universe is full of magical things
The red berry juice turns to flakes of ash on her fingertips, floating peacefully into the air before drifting to the ground. She lifts her other hand to do the same, wiggling her tiny fingers so that the fire flickers and bends around each sweeping motion. As if she can catch the fire by surprise, Knell pulls one hand away then throws it back over Asta's with another flash of blue flames that momentarily shove the green downwards.
Balance returns as she plays with the fires, wondering at the bloodbane magic he can't yet wield. Her head tilts, a hum preluding her thoughts. "Mm. How will you know when you can use it?" How could she figure out what magics she couldn't use yet? And more importantly, when would she be able to use them?
Another question floats up, eyes snapping up in a flash of concern. "Do you still have your deer shift?"
Balance returns as she plays with the fires, wondering at the bloodbane magic he can't yet wield. Her head tilts, a hum preluding her thoughts. "Mm. How will you know when you can use it?" How could she figure out what magics she couldn't use yet? And more importantly, when would she be able to use them?
Another question floats up, eyes snapping up in a flash of concern. "Do you still have your deer shift?"
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
