As alien as the magic itself is to her, the aftereffect is the same: ozone and burning. Is it more or less dangerous than the lightening Derrica can bring down and bend to her will?
She observes it without any sign of fear, even with the understanding that this is not such an easily controlled sort of summoning. (The tremble in his hand does not go unnoticed.) There is a considering pause, and then Derrica folds her hands over his. Her expression is searching, even as her fingers brush over his palms, making the same inspection before lacing their fingers together.
"Are you afraid of it?" is asked so gently. It would be a fair thing, if he were. She remembers the mages who came to Dairsmuid from southern circles, how they had sometimes flinched at what they could conjure. Worse than it is puts her in mind of that, sparks up the urge to draw in closer to him.
no subject
She observes it without any sign of fear, even with the understanding that this is not such an easily controlled sort of summoning. (The tremble in his hand does not go unnoticed.) There is a considering pause, and then Derrica folds her hands over his. Her expression is searching, even as her fingers brush over his palms, making the same inspection before lacing their fingers together.
"Are you afraid of it?" is asked so gently. It would be a fair thing, if he were. She remembers the mages who came to Dairsmuid from southern circles, how they had sometimes flinched at what they could conjure. Worse than it is puts her in mind of that, sparks up the urge to draw in closer to him.