[Breath. Breath. In. Out. Breath.] I... I... I'm... [Her breathing is on it's way from 'meditative' into 'hyperventilating' territory, as she tries to wrap her brain around this. Her eyes dart, as she very quickly cycles through a number of emotions. Fear. Confusion. Excitement. Joy. Sadness. Curiosity. Betrayal.
She doesn't really know what to do. There are too many conflicting thoughts. Too many emotions. She's not even thinking about controlling her magic right now, so there's no hex aura to warn when a pitcher of water on one of the end tables starts rattling dangerously, as if it's about to go flying across the room. The walls bow out ever so slightly, as well, but somehow do not crack or break, as if they're made of rubber.
So many questions. So many things to say and feel and do. So she does what she can. If Billy does not rebuke her, she will wrap her arms around him in a big, tight, silent hug.]
[Action, October 16th]
She doesn't really know what to do. There are too many conflicting thoughts. Too many emotions. She's not even thinking about controlling her magic right now, so there's no hex aura to warn when a pitcher of water on one of the end tables starts rattling dangerously, as if it's about to go flying across the room. The walls bow out ever so slightly, as well, but somehow do not crack or break, as if they're made of rubber.
So many questions. So many things to say and feel and do. So she does what she can. If Billy does not rebuke her, she will wrap her arms around him in a big, tight, silent hug.]