Eloise
Eloise found herself smiling, a gesture entirely too bright on her-Jack's scruffy face. Had she just...taken pride in making Jack laugh? Gods what was happening.
"Ugh, save it. I already have to wake up to his ugly mug every morning. You're preaching to the choir." Dropping the illusion such that it was just Eloise again (this making it far easier for her to magic their surroundings), a warm breeze smelling of salt and a crispness Torchline wasn't known for tangled around them both. "Go on then." The illusionist said, as if it were a challenge.
Not waiting on him though, Eloise walked backwards a step (mindful of the fact they weren't in fact on an endless beach); behind her the bed that existed in the cabin would appear, linens stirred by the breeze.
"Ugh, save it. I already have to wake up to his ugly mug every morning. You're preaching to the choir." Dropping the illusion such that it was just Eloise again (this making it far easier for her to magic their surroundings), a warm breeze smelling of salt and a crispness Torchline wasn't known for tangled around them both. "Go on then." The illusionist said, as if it were a challenge.
Not waiting on him though, Eloise walked backwards a step (mindful of the fact they weren't in fact on an endless beach); behind her the bed that existed in the cabin would appear, linens stirred by the breeze.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
