you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
“That’s all I can ask for,” Wessex replies with a small smile, more than happy that Evie is a.) receptive to flattery and b.) willing to help. Not everyone would be. And knowing the girl for as long as she has, ‘her best’ is probably pretty damn good. Certainly better than Sam’s best efforts.
Wessex takes a step towards Evie to make sure she stays within the ‘power radius,’ as she’s begun to think of it. Head inclined to listen to the instructions, Wessex’s eyes are directed towards the redhead’s hands, but they’re a little distant. In theory, she understands what Evie is trying to say, but it doesn’t quite apply to her because she can’t access the magic unless someone uses it first. On the other hand… feeling for the thread makes sense.
She nods absently, reaching out for a different branch as Evie cuts her magic off. Instead of making it bend, she tries to make the leaves on the tree in front of them age and turn to the colorful, Leafchange version of themselves. And to some extent, they do, changing from a young, vibrant green to a summer green to a pale yellow - some achieve true gold status, but Wessex’s concentration isn’t up to snuff yet. She falters and loses the line.
Exhaling needlessly, she looks to Evie for some feedback, asking, “Do you have just the one magic, or multiple? Do they feel different to you?”
Wessex takes a step towards Evie to make sure she stays within the ‘power radius,’ as she’s begun to think of it. Head inclined to listen to the instructions, Wessex’s eyes are directed towards the redhead’s hands, but they’re a little distant. In theory, she understands what Evie is trying to say, but it doesn’t quite apply to her because she can’t access the magic unless someone uses it first. On the other hand… feeling for the thread makes sense.
She nods absently, reaching out for a different branch as Evie cuts her magic off. Instead of making it bend, she tries to make the leaves on the tree in front of them age and turn to the colorful, Leafchange version of themselves. And to some extent, they do, changing from a young, vibrant green to a summer green to a pale yellow - some achieve true gold status, but Wessex’s concentration isn’t up to snuff yet. She falters and loses the line.
Exhaling needlessly, she looks to Evie for some feedback, asking, “Do you have just the one magic, or multiple? Do they feel different to you?”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
