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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 10:28 pm
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He might have worked hard, sure... at annoying her and making a mess of things. Seriously, she was tired of you trying to set her clothes on fire, Andrew (though, perhaps it was also partially her fault for constantly provoking him, but she'd never admit that).
"More than YOU of course. Magic is more than just making flaming balls of gas." She brushed her hair back, waving her hand a bit, summoning more butterflies. "Magic is... mysterious, graceful, majestic, powerful. Everything you're not."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:21 pm
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It was a good thing they weren't REAL, or else she would have gotten really mad. Or, well, MORE mad. The ones that were too close dissipated in the flame, making the rest scatter. "Hey! Leave them alone!" Even if they were just a projection of her own fear, she was annoyed she was belittling them so. Beautiful, graceful, and majestic! Not a flaming disaster like a so-called boil in front of her.
"That's what makes them so precious. It's easy to destroy and kill, but to cherish what is fleeting? It's not something everyone can do, surely not someone prefers destroying things." She gave Andrew a look.
"To YOU they may seem fragile, but as they say, 'strength in numbers'" The remaining butterflies clustered around her. "Say... have you heard of something called the 'Butterfly Effect'?" There was a mischievious smile on her face. "Would you care to find out?"
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