Well seeing as you've already ignored the rules (you don't really understand them anyways), you merely continue as you have been. Your magic has curled entirely around you now, blending you into the tree you lean against as if you're nothing more than an awkward stump affixed to it. With your illusion magic at the ready, you weave a new reality around where you sit with the flag, recreating the dappled sunlight and smells (or lack thereof) that both should and shouldn't be present.
Oia uses her demi-god magic to blend in to the scenery and creates an illusion around her to trick the senses into thinking she isn't there.
Oia uses her demi-god magic to blend in to the scenery and creates an illusion around her to trick the senses into thinking she isn't there.
sometimes i'm terrified of my heart; of its constant
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
