[It's not clear at first why he's apologizing, although she's not complaining about the softer, lingering kiss, and she stands up taller on her toes to reciprocate before backing off and. Oh. She understands now. An otherworldly light takes over Fjord's eyes, and the strength in the swipe of his blade is enough that she suspects it would give Ares pause. Her hair blows back like a banner in the resulting blast of air (although she's perfectly safe from the damaging effects of it).
He looks ethereal.]
That's impressive. And you say it's only a sliver of her powers?
[There's a half beat that her pulse quickens, torn somewhere between awestruck and something that heats her cheeks. Jealousy, yes, but with a distinctly competitive slant. She's agreed to share Fjord as a paladin but she'll be damned if she's shown up. Walking closer, hips sway with her step in an exaggerated gate - as if carving a clear and physical reminder of what separates her from this Melora.
The displaced sand shifts under her feet as she waits at the edge of the divot in the sand, and beckons him closer with a curl of her finger.]
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He looks ethereal.]
That's impressive. And you say it's only a sliver of her powers?
[There's a half beat that her pulse quickens, torn somewhere between awestruck and something that heats her cheeks. Jealousy, yes, but with a distinctly competitive slant. She's agreed to share Fjord as a paladin but she'll be damned if she's shown up. Walking closer, hips sway with her step in an exaggerated gate - as if carving a clear and physical reminder of what separates her from this Melora.
The displaced sand shifts under her feet as she waits at the edge of the divot in the sand, and beckons him closer with a curl of her finger.]
Would you like to try one of mine now?