Cinder Collection Drops of water, good
She was so focused on the water that she didn't look at him, only a glance as he asked. It was an impressive bit of magic, to only need focus, a wholly different thing to his own tricks. The theory he knew that allowed him to do it, the steady practice of the abilities. Hers, he suspected, came naturally.
When she theatrically gave him her permission, he let out a low chuckle and gave in to his initial urge to touch the water. Unsurprisingly, it felt like water, as wet and cool as water tended to be. The flow of it, as it floated, engulfed the fingers he touched it with. Then she sent it shooting up his wrist and towards his cuff, and he reacted to the sudden chill before thinking twice. Jerking his hand away from the questing tendril, letting out a small yelp as his fist closed over the water in his hand. It took a moment more to realise she'd just been playing with him.
Letting out an embarrassed laugh, Dalton unclenched his hand to reveal the droplets resting in his palm. He held his palm up between them, shaking his head. “You're just full of mischief.”
She was so focused on the water that she didn't look at him, only a glance as he asked. It was an impressive bit of magic, to only need focus, a wholly different thing to his own tricks. The theory he knew that allowed him to do it, the steady practice of the abilities. Hers, he suspected, came naturally.
When she theatrically gave him her permission, he let out a low chuckle and gave in to his initial urge to touch the water. Unsurprisingly, it felt like water, as wet and cool as water tended to be. The flow of it, as it floated, engulfed the fingers he touched it with. Then she sent it shooting up his wrist and towards his cuff, and he reacted to the sudden chill before thinking twice. Jerking his hand away from the questing tendril, letting out a small yelp as his fist closed over the water in his hand. It took a moment more to realise she'd just been playing with him.
Letting out an embarrassed laugh, Dalton unclenched his hand to reveal the droplets resting in his palm. He held his palm up between them, shaking his head. “You're just full of mischief.”