itp: night in the life

[bitchester]

[camp is so quiet that the crickets and the cows are having a rap battle with their sounds to the rousing applause of the toucans. elsewhere, people are out and about ...

what are you doing in camp tonight?]

(( night in the life post! mingle away, I am not running this. ))

Comments

[pieta_au_lait]

[Robin is standing in an open field, surrounded by fireflies--or at least that's what it looks like from a distance--with a look of deep concentration on her face.]

[runstowardsfire]

[interesting]

*wondering what sort of magic that is*

[pieta_au_lait]

[the "fireflies" are flitting around and moving randomly, but upon closer inspection they are simple tiny, tiny balls of moving fire]

[runstowardsfire]

[As the roommate and some ponies would say, "cool"]

*source of fire probably self-generated*

[pieta_au_lait]

[abruptly, the fireflies move quickly to form a large dome-like encasing around Robin]

[runstowardsfire]

[Defensive capabilities and control--doubly cool]

*is about a dozen yards away but not going nearer because it looks like you're concentrating*

[pieta_au_lait]

[holds that shape for a few more seconds before releasing it, letting most of the "fireflies" dissipate, and slumps a little, exhaling in relief]

... I did it...

[runstowardsfire]

. . . Excuse me--that was magic, wasn't it?

[pieta_au_lait]

[glances over]

Oh-- yes, sort of. Were you watching?

[runstowardsfire]

Yes. Sorry if it was private.

[pieta_au_lait]

[shakes her head]

It's alright; I just didn't want to bother anyone with it.

[runstowardsfire]

It's not a bother. There are a lot of types of magic here in Camp--I'm trying to learn about them.

[pieta_au_lait]

Oh, okay... well, it's a kind of magic, I guess? Except I was born with it.

[runstowardsfire]

That seems to be the case with a lot of the magic here in Camp.

I'm Tiffany Aching.

[pieta_au_lait]

Robin Sena. It's nice to meet you.

[runstowardsfire]

Good to meet you too. Is magic common in your world?