Who: Fever, Helena, and those threading with them What:January non-event things. When: All month. Where: Across the isle. Warning(s): To be noted in threads individually
With a frustrated sound, she continues trying to get her legs (roots?) to work how she wants them to. No one tells you this part about being a living tree.
"Try the spell again, Radar."
No, she's not trying to transparently change the subject and regain her nonexistent dignity, what are you talking about. She's doubly glad she didn't try the cat shape today.
"Yes ma'am," he says automatically around the last of his giggles, sounding a little like he would if a stern nurse was trying to restore order in a chaotic meeting. He doesn't mean to! It just kinda slips out.
Crossing his legs and straightening his back a little, he clears his throat, returning to work. "Voco." Nope. "Voco."
The repetitive muttering and intense concentration continues a few more minutes. And then --
"Voco."
-- in the space between Radar's palms, a dense, shimmering swirl whips up. Not just the faint sparks of before; within seconds, it coalesces as a semi-translucent hand. He startles, yanking both of his other hands away. The magic one stays put where he left it.
Very, very carefully, as he keeps staring and focusing as hard as he can, it rotates and wiggles its fingers like it's waving hi.
Radar yells out in wordless, ecstatic triumph, so loud that one of the cows halfway across the field moos irritably. "FEVER! FEVER LOOK!!"
Delight fizzes in her chest, and she feels joy leap up, knowing before the words even come out - that sound is too full of success to be anything else. He's found it, and who can think about trees and their roots at this time. The sapling's shape falls away in favor of her own, because she can be no one but herself when she wraps her arm around his shoulders and gives him a squeeze. Beaming at him, and gazing at his creation.
"Radar! You did it!"
Of course he was going to, always - she wouldn't have given him this if she wasn't sure he'd figure it out somehow - but that doesn't take away from the first of it all.
"I DID IT!" he crows, and as soon as Fever's got arms again he's flinging his around her, too, whooping with glee. The magic hand spins in circles, completely useless at anything except expressing all his joy. "It worked! I actually did a magic spell! Oh gosh look at that -- "
If they weren't seated on the ground he'd be bouncing and spinning around just as ecstatically as the hand. He can't believe it! Even with everybody telling him normal people could do magic too, even with how he felt it while he was practicing, it didn't seem like it could really be real. And now -- !!
"Wait wait wait wait let's find something for you to pick up. Something for it to hold."
Still, she's holding onto him in glee, pride and delight co-mingling. If her mind sounded like a newborn horse that was ready to run, it's begun in earnest, thrilled to exist and to learn how to go.
Still with that giddy grin, he looks around for something. The hand moves like it's peering around, too, which is ridiculous and maybe something he's gotta practice more later, but who cares? He did magic! A real spell!
"There!"
He points toward a palm-sized rock not too far away, and as soon as he thinks it, the hand zooms over to scoop it up. It feels a little weird, like the weight of the stone is pressing on his mind, but it's not a very heavy lift.
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"Try the spell again, Radar."
No, she's not trying to transparently change the subject and regain her nonexistent dignity, what are you talking about. She's doubly glad she didn't try the cat shape today.
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Crossing his legs and straightening his back a little, he clears his throat, returning to work. "Voco." Nope. "Voco."
The repetitive muttering and intense concentration continues a few more minutes. And then --
"Voco."
-- in the space between Radar's palms, a dense, shimmering swirl whips up. Not just the faint sparks of before; within seconds, it coalesces as a semi-translucent hand. He startles, yanking both of his other hands away. The magic one stays put where he left it.
Very, very carefully, as he keeps staring and focusing as hard as he can, it rotates and wiggles its fingers like it's waving hi.
Radar yells out in wordless, ecstatic triumph, so loud that one of the cows halfway across the field moos irritably. "FEVER! FEVER LOOK!!"
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Delight fizzes in her chest, and she feels joy leap up, knowing before the words even come out - that sound is too full of success to be anything else. He's found it, and who can think about trees and their roots at this time. The sapling's shape falls away in favor of her own, because she can be no one but herself when she wraps her arm around his shoulders and gives him a squeeze. Beaming at him, and gazing at his creation.
"Radar! You did it!"
Of course he was going to, always - she wouldn't have given him this if she wasn't sure he'd figure it out somehow - but that doesn't take away from the first of it all.
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If they weren't seated on the ground he'd be bouncing and spinning around just as ecstatically as the hand. He can't believe it! Even with everybody telling him normal people could do magic too, even with how he felt it while he was practicing, it didn't seem like it could really be real. And now -- !!
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Still, she's holding onto him in glee, pride and delight co-mingling. If her mind sounded like a newborn horse that was ready to run, it's begun in earnest, thrilled to exist and to learn how to go.
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Still with that giddy grin, he looks around for something. The hand moves like it's peering around, too, which is ridiculous and maybe something he's gotta practice more later, but who cares? He did magic! A real spell!
"There!"
He points toward a palm-sized rock not too far away, and as soon as he thinks it, the hand zooms over to scoop it up. It feels a little weird, like the weight of the stone is pressing on his mind, but it's not a very heavy lift.