eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia's fully aware that danger lies in every crevice, every facet of each root they uncover. Perhaps that's why she's so determined in taking her knife to the vines, perhaps it is a small act of rebellion against the forces at which twine for her lifeblood. Two sides of the same coin. She offers a wry grin at Deimos' words, "That's exactly what I plan on not doing." If you work faster, smarter, better, then you'll triumph. It is a fact.
The swish of feathers above does little to draw her attention, but it is when that earthen magic cleaves its way through toiling vines that Aurelia draws back. With a slightly frustrated huff, she places her knife back into its sheath and allows the abandoned to show off, for all intents and purposes. She even steps aside to let him lead the way through since he is so intent on handling it.
Born with it. Okay, and...?
"You aren't much of a talker, are you?" Aurelia pipes up, stalking after him. But her voice takes on a more humble air, as she poses the question, "Maybe sometime you could teach me how to better use mine?" Her brows raise in question towards him.
The swish of feathers above does little to draw her attention, but it is when that earthen magic cleaves its way through toiling vines that Aurelia draws back. With a slightly frustrated huff, she places her knife back into its sheath and allows the abandoned to show off, for all intents and purposes. She even steps aside to let him lead the way through since he is so intent on handling it.
Born with it. Okay, and...?
"You aren't much of a talker, are you?" Aurelia pipes up, stalking after him. But her voice takes on a more humble air, as she poses the question, "Maybe sometime you could teach me how to better use mine?" Her brows raise in question towards him.
Aurelia
