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
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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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.