in tenebris est veritas.
She does not feel any different. Other than the lingering warmth and the failing adrenaline, there is no surge of power or prickle of magic or mysterious energy to be seen. She stands, looking down at her brown hands, and sees no change. She begins to assure herself otherwise before she realizes that the flames have followed her-- with a flurry of skirts and stomps, the last of the embers are put out.
Only then does she look toward the two men, entwined and (marginally) entertained, as the memory of their words reaches the front of her mind. Righting a crooked mask, she replies to Remi with a bodily movement that starts as a triumphant curtsy and ends as a shrug.
“Have you never done it before?” She asks Ronin, stepping to the side to get a better look at them both-- and a better view of their attempts. “It is a thrill, if nothing else.”
Only then does she look toward the two men, entwined and (marginally) entertained, as the memory of their words reaches the front of her mind. Righting a crooked mask, she replies to Remi with a bodily movement that starts as a triumphant curtsy and ends as a shrug.
“Have you never done it before?” She asks Ronin, stepping to the side to get a better look at them both-- and a better view of their attempts. “It is a thrill, if nothing else.”
