@softersinned : Your magic works differently from my magic.
"It comes from the same place." Vastaus, she whispers and draws a path on unclad skin, fingers moving in tandem with the thundering pulse. Satu feels the current as one would wind, restless, untamed, nestled beneath layers of magic. A myriad of spells. It's expected; commendable, even. A witch does not open willingly to another witch.
Not so easily, not without trust.
"I want to know what my magic feels like to you." Still, she presses on, leaving a string untied, loose, and enough power in the air to entice Astoria in.
"Will you tell me?"














