Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
If there were rules to magic, about who and why some people could use it, and use it perfectly, Friday didn't know them. Maybe it required an understanding she didn't have, and there was some element of that that struck that cord within her.
"No?" She queried, turning away from her thoughts to watch them. The woods weren't worn wood floorboards and bright overhead lights, they were something else, and that chord inside her was growing stronger. "It calls to me sometimes." But she never answered it, she had her place on the stage -- she shook her head as if clearing it of a wayward thought. "This -- this wasn't what I was aiming for," she murmured as their fingers laced together like tree branches reaching for the sunlight.
"But this is -- this isn't bad." It might not have been her vision, but it wasn't bad as she stepped forward with them, hand in hand, her own breaths leaving her in plumes. Plumes that seemed to be growing, as if she was becoming hotter. She glanced to them to see if theirs were as well, and paused, their features morphing into something new. For a few minutes -- her lips lifted up and she tugged them deeper into the wild, laughing as she spun around tree trunks, leading circles around and through the trees.