Evie
I'm growing up, but I'm not growing old
Noah’s voice - and her name within it - draws her attention from the struts, and she flashes a gamely smile as she pulls her gloves tighter and further down her wrists in preparation. “Absolutely, I think that’s a great idea.” While her arm strength is impressive, her magic helps with most of the work.
There’s not much in terms of minerals in steel and iron, but Evie uses both her earth magic and telekinesis as much as she can to ensure the struts are stable and even as she helps alongside Noah. Whatever minutia can be grasped and commanded she strives to reach regardless of success. She hands each strut up to him, straining with effort but silent and focused, a determined grit to her expression as they work in tandem with the heavy items.
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Evie uses both her magics and some good old grit to work with Noah, handing the struts up to him for the railing.
There’s not much in terms of minerals in steel and iron, but Evie uses both her earth magic and telekinesis as much as she can to ensure the struts are stable and even as she helps alongside Noah. Whatever minutia can be grasped and commanded she strives to reach regardless of success. She hands each strut up to him, straining with effort but silent and focused, a determined grit to her expression as they work in tandem with the heavy items.
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Evie uses both her magics and some good old grit to work with Noah, handing the struts up to him for the railing.
And I hate to do anything that I've been told
