and i'm still waiting for a life that never was
Alys smiled in spite of herself at the dragon's antics, dismissing her creation with a wave of her hand. It was getting easier, the more she used her magic, and her smaller creations were the easiest of all. She was actually growing to rather like her magic. Sometimes, when she was feeling lonely, her illusions could even make her smile. They weren't real, of course, and they were entirely figments of her imagination - movements and all - but they were still something to take her mind off things when she was feeling glum.
It was odd to have uses for her magic, which she'd treated with disdain for so long. But it was nice, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was that she was finally embracing a part of herself that she had scorned. It left her lighter, freer, happier.
So when Tal asked if she'd ever been in a snowball fight, she wrinkled her nose in mock distaste. She could tell by the tone of his voice that she'd gotten herself into quite the pickle. She hadn't been a particularly sociable child and had never experienced a snowball fight - though she'd seen a fair few from afar. Still, he was right - walking wasn't very fun, and throwing snowballs at him sounded much more entertaining. "I can't say I have," she said nonchalantly, before stooping to scoop up a handful of snow, which she promptly tried to fling into Tal's face, aiming for the element of surprise.
It was odd to have uses for her magic, which she'd treated with disdain for so long. But it was nice, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was that she was finally embracing a part of herself that she had scorned. It left her lighter, freer, happier.
So when Tal asked if she'd ever been in a snowball fight, she wrinkled her nose in mock distaste. She could tell by the tone of his voice that she'd gotten herself into quite the pickle. She hadn't been a particularly sociable child and had never experienced a snowball fight - though she'd seen a fair few from afar. Still, he was right - walking wasn't very fun, and throwing snowballs at him sounded much more entertaining. "I can't say I have," she said nonchalantly, before stooping to scoop up a handful of snow, which she promptly tried to fling into Tal's face, aiming for the element of surprise.
Alys
