[ the potential, she thinks, comes from him. your wants and needs, focuses and energy— zelda places her hands in her lap and watches silently, politely, mind calculating all the possibilities and different things dreamwalkers could possibly do. elemental magic, imbuing things with intent: magic from nothing, in her book.
but he passes the tutorial with flying colors: even she leans a little closer to watch the glass catch the light and glimmer like a cool toned rainbow. magnificent. she's honestly a little proud of him, and it shows in the slowly growing grin on her face. she'll have to keep an eye on this one; there is something about him... ]
I knew you could do it. [ the question is: how long will they stay? dreams are dreams, of course. maybe only until they no longer need them. that'd be ideal, but perhaps it's a bigger strain than she expects, too. who is to say? at least they're trying this out on a ride and not a war. ]
Well, what are you waiting for? You've got your range, and there's targets. [ this time, when she speaks, zelda reaches for the gun, picking it up with ease. she slides the forearm of the gun easily, chamber the paintball bullet, and peers over the barrel to line her shot up. then, she waits for his strike, first. it's only being polite! ]
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but he passes the tutorial with flying colors: even she leans a little closer to watch the glass catch the light and glimmer like a cool toned rainbow. magnificent. she's honestly a little proud of him, and it shows in the slowly growing grin on her face. she'll have to keep an eye on this one; there is something about him... ]
I knew you could do it. [ the question is: how long will they stay? dreams are dreams, of course. maybe only until they no longer need them. that'd be ideal, but perhaps it's a bigger strain than she expects, too. who is to say? at least they're trying this out on a ride and not a war. ]
Well, what are you waiting for? You've got your range, and there's targets. [ this time, when she speaks, zelda reaches for the gun, picking it up with ease. she slides the forearm of the gun easily, chamber the paintball bullet, and peers over the barrel to line her shot up. then, she waits for his strike, first. it's only being polite! ]