Aurelia
It's really too bad Aurelia can't sense his delight, especially considering her lack of an Attuned bond. Or she might feel a lot better about everything, even if only for a second. Well, she can at least see that he's very engaged, up until the moment she calls over and admits defeat.
But she doesn't get any of his childlike excitement, only a stoic arch of his brow. Which is what she's expecting anyway, if all else gave her anything to go off. She rolls her eyes slightly as she leans down, gasping quietly, until her lungs no longer hurt and she can slow down enough to talk.
"Ah, I see we had the same idea," she heaves out, smiling slightly, "I thought this might be a good place. No chance of burning everything down, right?"
Glad to see that he at least agrees with her on that, she straightens up and begins to work off her boots. The straps are undone, laces loosened, and finally her feet are presented into the water, bare. Her toes curl into the colorful earth with a hint of wonder and curiosity. She begins to wade up to her calves, moving slowly as if she's not quite sure.
"Ugh," she sighs into the misty air, letting the coolness of the water combat the heat in her bones.
When she's ready, she turns to look across at Deimos, calf-deep in the water. "Alright, what's the first lesson?" She asks, a humorous and small smile pressing over her lips.
Only she doesn't really wait for an answer or an instruction, instead pulling out her matchbook. Once more, the flame sparks to life. Mentally reaching for her magic, she begins to coax the flame into something brighter. Her free hand comes up to encourage it, as if it helps to strengthen her magic. It's a bit of a measly flame for now, but she's not sure where she's going with it yet.
But she doesn't get any of his childlike excitement, only a stoic arch of his brow. Which is what she's expecting anyway, if all else gave her anything to go off. She rolls her eyes slightly as she leans down, gasping quietly, until her lungs no longer hurt and she can slow down enough to talk.
"Ah, I see we had the same idea," she heaves out, smiling slightly, "I thought this might be a good place. No chance of burning everything down, right?"
Glad to see that he at least agrees with her on that, she straightens up and begins to work off her boots. The straps are undone, laces loosened, and finally her feet are presented into the water, bare. Her toes curl into the colorful earth with a hint of wonder and curiosity. She begins to wade up to her calves, moving slowly as if she's not quite sure.
"Ugh," she sighs into the misty air, letting the coolness of the water combat the heat in her bones.
When she's ready, she turns to look across at Deimos, calf-deep in the water. "Alright, what's the first lesson?" She asks, a humorous and small smile pressing over her lips.
Only she doesn't really wait for an answer or an instruction, instead pulling out her matchbook. Once more, the flame sparks to life. Mentally reaching for her magic, she begins to coax the flame into something brighter. Her free hand comes up to encourage it, as if it helps to strengthen her magic. It's a bit of a measly flame for now, but she's not sure where she's going with it yet.
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
