[Subtle as it is, she catches the hint of wonder in his voice, and glances at him with something bordering on surprise.
In her world, magic is mundane. Everyday. It doesn't take much to learn a simple cantrip or two, and many have an inborn spark of magic. As someone with elven ancestry, whose lineage could be traced back to the fey, she's fairly certain she could conjure fire since she was in swaddling. A nightmare for her parents, no doubt.
But John's excitement about it somehow makes her feel excited, too. As though she were happy simply because he's happy. Odd.
Normally, she'd be loathe to use such powerful magic for such a simple task as retrieving a boat, but he seems to want her to. And if it would make him happy... would that make her even happier? Is that how friendship works?
So she draws her hands through the air, bright purple-pink light beginning to glow along her fingertips and in her eyes. The boat lifts up out of the water and moves towards them before thunking down on the riverbank, completely out of the water.]
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In her world, magic is mundane. Everyday. It doesn't take much to learn a simple cantrip or two, and many have an inborn spark of magic. As someone with elven ancestry, whose lineage could be traced back to the fey, she's fairly certain she could conjure fire since she was in swaddling. A nightmare for her parents, no doubt.
But John's excitement about it somehow makes her feel excited, too. As though she were happy simply because he's happy. Odd.
Normally, she'd be loathe to use such powerful magic for such a simple task as retrieving a boat, but he seems to want her to. And if it would make him happy... would that make her even happier? Is that how friendship works?
So she draws her hands through the air, bright purple-pink light beginning to glow along her fingertips and in her eyes. The boat lifts up out of the water and moves towards them before thunking down on the riverbank, completely out of the water.]
There you are. Simple enough.