PUT INTO WORDS like that, it did sound ridiculous; and just the same, it
was the error you made once you’ve crossed the army’s path years prior. So comes
the twiddled lines of amusement ‘cross the gentle lines of your visage 'fore you speak;
❝ Well, it’s hard labour to tend to sheep
while in full armour. ❞
Your response rolls with a good natured laugh rolled o'er pleased lips & nose
crinkled with your delight. A little of the Shepards’ humour; a joke that was never
spared for the raised question of occupation.
She’s bounced & she’s hopped her merry self onward, with yourself left a stretch
back 'til she’s calling after you. Heightened words of excitement carry the distance,
and she begs to question if you’re quick to follow - and you have to wonder how one
of her stature holds such energy. Whatever the reason, it certainly was contagious;
your feet are more than willing to carry you after her. Not nearly as quick as she,
but Naga would be damned if you weren’t following suit.
Breathless was the next laugh to follow;
❝ but I’m entirely interested in seeing what
sort of magic you have in store for me. ❞
POSING playfully, Aisha slowed and came to a halt in the center, clear of trees and whatever debris might come falling from above their crowns. Retrieving her stave from her hip, she grasped the shaft with both hands. With eyes firmly shut in concentration, one might assume that she was simply just Meditating, rather - she was just drawing out time for the eventual magic display of destructive proportions. Of course, in years past - she wasn’t as powerful as she was as a preteen, but beggars can’t be choosers.
SUCKING in a breath, she held the stave above her head - with a glow began to emanate from the tip, mimicking a vacuum. The weight seemed too much to bare for Aisha, so she begins to turn and then she smashes her stave into the ground after doing a 360 spin. Dirt and dust fly up to engulf her in brown. The ground beneath them rumbled and shook before beginning to slightly crumble. When the dust cleared, it revealed a dirtied purple-haired girl with a deep, yet concentrated hole in the ground in front of her. It was like a meteorite had just struck instead of a teenager wielding a stave.
❝ HOW was that? Neat, right? I just used my magic to concentrate a limited space and it causes an explosion of epic proportions! ❞