As Rohan was about to respond to their commentary on magic he was left speechless. Lucy disappeared and then appeared once more in the blink of an eye outside of the pool. Few of his friends had teleportation skills and even rarer still did he see it. It was not her mobile prowess, however, that left him literally slackjawed with his mouth drying out in each passing second. It was her wings and her beauty as she stood there in what he saw as proudly, pleased, and bowed.
Lucy was an angel. No, she was Queen of the Fae. She was radiant and godsend.
He felt compelled to do a whole lot of things, all of which seemed quite spontaneous and romantic like in Oscar winning dramatic films...but he was equally frozen before her, absolutely captivated. So he said nothing, unaware of time as it moved for the silence that stretched between them, or the dumb look of lovesickness blooming on his face.