The not-teenagers emotions were like the fiery magic she possessed: hot and potentially devastating, but always short lived. Thus far Edy hadn't found a kiln that could contain her fire more than a handful of moments, so while her youthful emotions burned bright, then also burned out quickly.
"Who's asking?" She chimed back easily enough. It sounded a good deal like Jigano, but he wasn't the only one in this world with those sweet tenor vocals (every asshole seemed to have the voice and honestly, it was a bit tiresome), but the bard seemed to come by it honestly enough. Or at least he had the backstory to back it up.
Clad in an outfit that actually looked more or less appropriate for a former soldier (indeed, it was her soldier garb that she'd come through the portal with), Edy held a small metal object in her hands. Twisting her torso to and fro, then shaking the device in her hand with youthful frustration as if blunt force trauma was the panacea to any problem.
"Who's asking?" She chimed back easily enough. It sounded a good deal like Jigano, but he wasn't the only one in this world with those sweet tenor vocals (every asshole seemed to have the voice and honestly, it was a bit tiresome), but the bard seemed to come by it honestly enough. Or at least he had the backstory to back it up.
Clad in an outfit that actually looked more or less appropriate for a former soldier (indeed, it was her soldier garb that she'd come through the portal with), Edy held a small metal object in her hands. Twisting her torso to and fro, then shaking the device in her hand with youthful frustration as if blunt force trauma was the panacea to any problem.
