[Training] throwing rocks at echoes (se)

So entrenched in the fun that this has shaped up to be, Evie doesn't have time to grudgingly appreciate the fortification against cold that the Academy has supplied her. Instead she focuses on the way Deimos' magic works, the draw and ebb of life that cripples the roots that she can feel no longer responding. It makes her frown; unseen, unnoticed. A freedom of expression not normally provided in this time and place. Something familiar and meaningful tickling at the edge of her consciousness. Instead she has the seeds bloom and puff, hoping the bombardment of free floating debris will tickle and tease, get sucked into his nose and mouth like the worst dream of any sickly soul with seasonal allergies.

a golden cage, for all it's worth
is still just a cage