Well you can't see what you look like and since it isn't magic you actually control, you simply sit and watch. Passive as it is, more and more grasses and knots of wood cover you, until there's only the subtle blue of your eyes peering out. Illusion (hopefully) continues to take care of this, stroking away the imperfect angles of your knees and neck that label you as something not quite real.
Less than interested in this game with its strange rules, you watch those around you. Briefly you wonder how much is magic and how much is happenstance (especially between Loren and Jigano) since you obviously cannot see nor hear what is being controlled by whom.
Oia keeps passive and illusion magicking!
Less than interested in this game with its strange rules, you watch those around you. Briefly you wonder how much is magic and how much is happenstance (especially between Loren and Jigano) since you obviously cannot see nor hear what is being controlled by whom.
Oia keeps passive and illusion magicking!
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.
