Re: Force Majeure | 4-15-2020 | Afternoon
As mixed a review as Nathaniel Zale was leaving, his thought process wasn't wrong. Mateo was the first in three generations to even have abilities close to something 'spiritual'. Silverclouds were mechanical. Her father had made that abundantly clear. It was something Evangeline had accepted immediately following her rebellious teen years. She hadn't looked back. Until there was a lanky librarian urging her to join the rebel forces. The die was in her hand - something she'd allowed to happen, and she begrudgingly closed her eyes. Her mind had still be closed to outsiders, as best she was able to, but magic from the inside wouldn't be affected by that. Right? Her posture loosened, and Zap focused on the natural material against her palm. Her heart raced suddenly, and her mental wall was impacted. She gasped, held her stance, and her hand squeezed around the die. Geography and time rushed through her mind like a drive in a suped-up convertible.
"Across from a vineyard. Wooden and wire fence separating them. It was... over thirty years old." No more. She gasped, dropped the die, opened her eyes and looked Nate in his. "No," she said simply. "Thank you, but no." Her eyes broke their stare to flick down toward the fallen die. 20. Cute. "At least they roll well," she half-jested. "I should go."