06-24-2020, 06:06 PM
After a few glorious moments of shared and silent awe, Rasmus’s gaze drew up and away from the spectacle, his eyes wide behind the thick panes of his glasses. Thalia lifted hers to follow the line of his sight and thus discovered the new spectacle in shades of brilliant scarlet as he approached. The shield of Noctua’s stern expression did not dampen the warm welcome of hers, which was genuinely gladdened to see him. Though after a moment she noted something tense beneath it that only yesterday she might have presumed for anger. It was not what she perceived today.
As her mastery of the power faltered and faded, the bubbles were robbed of their glowing colours and fell like sudden rain into her open hands. The water soaked into the bandage, which she was probably not supposed to get wet. Undeterred, she wiped both hands over the caps of her knees. She seemed in no great hurry to unfurl from the ground, though the boy opposite looked somewhere between flight, fear, and awe.
“This is Rasmus,” she said, mostly to soothe the boy. “He’s been keeping me company.”
As her mastery of the power faltered and faded, the bubbles were robbed of their glowing colours and fell like sudden rain into her open hands. The water soaked into the bandage, which she was probably not supposed to get wet. Undeterred, she wiped both hands over the caps of her knees. She seemed in no great hurry to unfurl from the ground, though the boy opposite looked somewhere between flight, fear, and awe.
“This is Rasmus,” she said, mostly to soothe the boy. “He’s been keeping me company.”
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