@formadr asked : ❛ that isn’t how to hold it right . ❜
unbalanced in her right hand , the weight slips too far down but she can’t quite seem to fix it . fire crackles in the night , slivers of orange and red thrown on the ground ; a vague wondering if she can manipulate them like she does natural sunlight , but the steel in her hand isn’t the makeup of her staff , isn’t the right conduit . a deep breath , fingers readjusting on leather hilt as eyes lock with mossy hues in front of her . he’s attractive , she’ll give him that , though her father’s voice rings in the back of her mind : there is nothing more repulsive than a witcher .
“ i’m aware , witcher . ” it sneaks out with a bite , irritation lacing normally soft and gentle tone . the sun is down , and she’s uncomfortable with the rustling of leaves in the surrounding dark , unable to feel what lies beyond their small campsite , what lurks in the shadows . “ i’m a mage , not a warrior . i’ve been taught in the ways of the arcane , not the sword . ”
replants her feet , centering her core with steady earth below in the same way she does for magic , leaning on her basic forms to keep balanced . eyes shift closed as she drops her shoulders , aware she needs to be shown . “ how do i hold it properly then ? ”
𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 — accepting .
