Aurelia
Aurelia nods minutely in understanding of his remark about them being like strands. "That's similar to what Milo said..."
But understanding how to tap into her magic, how to prompt it forth and wield it, is different from executing those things properly. At least that mental block in regards to feeling like it's an inherently bad thing is gone. She's free of the weight that was holding her back before. However, now she doesn't know where to go from here. As exemplified by her flames puttering out pathetically.
She takes notice of his slight smiles and vaguely jots each one down as a personal victory.
Deimos' flames intensify and her eyes widen a fraction, fear pulsing through her blood. If it's meant to be intimidating, it's working. She takes a cautionary step back, faltering, stuttering, lifting her elbows up as if she intends to block an oncoming attack - because, for a moment, she wonders if one will come. It doesn't, and her shoulders sag with relief as he corners all of his energy into a defensive 'shield' of sorts. "I see what you mean," she replies doubtfully as he dismisses his flames.
He's telling her to decide what she'll do with 'these' and, not waiting to discover with 'these' are, she quickly unleashes her own fire again. Obviously it's not from herself; she lights yet another match. Now knowing that it's possible to create flame, she finds this approach a little cumbersome. Jealousy of his power burns in her frowning eyes as they flash towards the daggers of ice.
Dropping the match, Aurelia disconnects the flame from it, holding it within her grasp. She spreads its wake into a larger orb. As the ice shoots for her, she reacts quickly. A ferocious swing of her hand sends the flames biting across their path like a fiery punch. A few whizz past her into the waters below, but she only accounted for the ones that would've hit her.
This time, she doesn't let go of what fire is left thereafter, reaching for it just as it's about to slip away into nothingness. So, with a determined grin and fire at her fingertips, she glares across at him. And she lets a laugh into the air that's both giddy and triumphant. "Ha! Whaddaya know? I might be useful after all! Hey Deimos!" Not one to wait on another challenge, she offers her own. The ball of flame crackles through the air, straight for Deimos' chest. "Catch!"
But understanding how to tap into her magic, how to prompt it forth and wield it, is different from executing those things properly. At least that mental block in regards to feeling like it's an inherently bad thing is gone. She's free of the weight that was holding her back before. However, now she doesn't know where to go from here. As exemplified by her flames puttering out pathetically.
She takes notice of his slight smiles and vaguely jots each one down as a personal victory.
Deimos' flames intensify and her eyes widen a fraction, fear pulsing through her blood. If it's meant to be intimidating, it's working. She takes a cautionary step back, faltering, stuttering, lifting her elbows up as if she intends to block an oncoming attack - because, for a moment, she wonders if one will come. It doesn't, and her shoulders sag with relief as he corners all of his energy into a defensive 'shield' of sorts. "I see what you mean," she replies doubtfully as he dismisses his flames.
He's telling her to decide what she'll do with 'these' and, not waiting to discover with 'these' are, she quickly unleashes her own fire again. Obviously it's not from herself; she lights yet another match. Now knowing that it's possible to create flame, she finds this approach a little cumbersome. Jealousy of his power burns in her frowning eyes as they flash towards the daggers of ice.
Dropping the match, Aurelia disconnects the flame from it, holding it within her grasp. She spreads its wake into a larger orb. As the ice shoots for her, she reacts quickly. A ferocious swing of her hand sends the flames biting across their path like a fiery punch. A few whizz past her into the waters below, but she only accounted for the ones that would've hit her.
This time, she doesn't let go of what fire is left thereafter, reaching for it just as it's about to slip away into nothingness. So, with a determined grin and fire at her fingertips, she glares across at him. And she lets a laugh into the air that's both giddy and triumphant. "Ha! Whaddaya know? I might be useful after all! Hey Deimos!" Not one to wait on another challenge, she offers her own. The ball of flame crackles through the air, straight for Deimos' chest. "Catch!"
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
