For all the fact she is a year older, her grin is girlish and more akin to one worn by a little sister being spoiled by her elder brother as Deimos' rapacious smirk promises that her offer will be taken up. Happily handing over the blindfold, she waits to see him lift it to his eyes - one can never allow Deimos the upper hand - before her own hands rise to cut any light and vision from her gaze. It's already quite disorienting, but she focuses on the sound of the man's rumbling voice as he speaks to orient herself. "Ready."
And in the silence there is the sound of wind, unmistakable and slightly louder than normal with how it whistles across the snow. She has no real defense against it magically, instead waiting for the noise to grow louder as it approaches before awkwardly trying to dodge out of the way. Mostly unsuccessfully with how it knocks into her, nearly sending her off her feet. She reaches for her own magic, earth shifting and roiling beneath Deimos' feet (or where she thinks it is after getting blown a little off course) to try and destabilize his rooted grip.
And in the silence there is the sound of wind, unmistakable and slightly louder than normal with how it whistles across the snow. She has no real defense against it magically, instead waiting for the noise to grow louder as it approaches before awkwardly trying to dodge out of the way. Mostly unsuccessfully with how it knocks into her, nearly sending her off her feet. She reaches for her own magic, earth shifting and roiling beneath Deimos' feet (or where she thinks it is after getting blown a little off course) to try and destabilize his rooted grip.
a golden cage, for all it's worth
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
