Maeve
Maeve shifts to the opposite side of the fountain, watching as the magic sweeps out in tendrils, swirling through the clear water like shimmering ink. It slowly starts to bleed to her side from his, "You've almost reached the other side. Just a little longer and then we can take a break." She tells him, reaching down to trail her fingers through the water, the tips just barely skimming the surface. The magic warms the liquid, sending a feeling of comfort through her as the light follows the tips of her fingers, slowly spreading through the entirety of the fountain.
It doesn't all turn the same color, but it's a start. A damn good one at that. "I think we're good for now. Rest for a moment." She finally says when the surface of the water mostly has the same shimmering appearance, the bottom of the fountain only slightly visible now. Maeve offers him a small smile, straightening up with a breath, "This is a good start. Thank you for helping out with this."
It doesn't all turn the same color, but it's a start. A damn good one at that. "I think we're good for now. Rest for a moment." She finally says when the surface of the water mostly has the same shimmering appearance, the bottom of the fountain only slightly visible now. Maeve offers him a small smile, straightening up with a breath, "This is a good start. Thank you for helping out with this."
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
