He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
Her sister seems to feel the same way, based on the look she's giving her.
Odette spreads her hands in incomprehension--I don't know either--and then, still embarrassed, sucks it up and starts crawling out from under the table.
Gosh that sure is an intense blonde.
"I'm sorry," she says, hoping her tone will get across even if the words don't.
Illia crawls out from under the table and tries snatches of languages they're not fluent in but know a few words of.
Hm.
She shakes her head, points to her ear and snaps her fingers, sending up a small shower of multicolored sparks.
This is reasonable. She waits for them to say something else, still magically listening for meaning apart from words.
Huh.
She repeats the words that seemed to go with "hair dye" with a querying tone and a terrible accent.
She snaps her fingers again, sending up more sparks, and repeats "understand you."
...They're not getting "magic" from the sparks, okay.
She levitates a few inches off the floor.
She turns her hair yellow, then reddish-orange, then black, then back to brown.