A Magicial Reunion (Mila/Samantha)
Jul 13, 2016 12:03:03 GMT -6
Post by Mila on Jul 13, 2016 12:03:03 GMT -6
Mila kept splashing water back at Sam. She was happy at the whole thing. This was probably the happiest she had been in a while. She was giggling and smiling. It was just nice to cut back a bit and act like a little kid splashing her friends with water. This brought back a few memories of her brother and how they would do this every time they were near any sort of large body of water. Every year or so the whole group of them would take a trip out to the bay up north. They would camp. They would swim. They would fish. She splashed some more water on Sam as if to banish the childhood memory. She needed to return to the present. It wasn’t long until both women were soaking wet. Mila raised her hands a bit in a gesture of surrender.
“Okay! That’s enough! Enough!” She shouted. When the splashing stopped the sage let out a sigh. She then glanced at herself. Everything was wet. Mila pulled on the sleeve of the cloak and it gave a sucking sound. Mila untied the cloak and put it aside to dry on the grass. She splashed herself with some water and lightly washed some of her exposed skin. She undid her braid and ran her fingers through her hair. She then twisted it some in order to remove the excess water. She then let her green wavy locks fall into place.
“I feel refreshed.” She smiled. Her gaze then fell on Sam. Her clothes were in the same drenched state as hers. They were pressed very close to her skin and almost seemed a tad bit translucent. Mila kept her gaze at her chest for a moment. She snapped out of that gaze and glanced down at something else. Down to Sam’s feet. Her eyes trailed up Sam’s legs, thighs, hips, then back at her chest and face. Her own heart started to race. There were some ‘friendly’ thoughts running through her brain, Mila closed her eyes and pushed them out too. She splashed water over her face in order to make herself feel better. Mila then cracked her knuckles and finished washing all that she needed to wash. Mila looked around. She didn’t see anything that could be used to hang the clothes up to dry. She stratched her head for a moment and thought of something. She got out of the water. Plopped her clean wet clothes on her cloak and dried off her hands. She grabbed her bag, pulled out her Gaea tome and moved further away from the shore. She found some suitable land that was to her liking and started focus.
She started to chant and cast her spell. Slowly she manipulated the earth near her upwards. She made a small spire of earth then promptly had it jet out long thin poles from it’s base. The earth was hardened by magic and Mila’s willpower in order to keep it’s shape. Mila then stopped casting and looked at her work. She touched it to make sure it was hard and wouldn’t crumble. She grabbed one of her clothes, wrung it dry with her hands, and hung it on one of the poles.
“Behold.. It’s.. an abstract clothes rack. We can hang the wet laundry on it.. So it can dry.” She tilted her head at it. She made sure to have the earth harden enough so that the wet clothes wouldn’t get muddy upon contact. The soil she chose had plenty of gravel and dusty rock in it so it would be strong.
“We can train.. Our magic while it’s drying.”
“Okay! That’s enough! Enough!” She shouted. When the splashing stopped the sage let out a sigh. She then glanced at herself. Everything was wet. Mila pulled on the sleeve of the cloak and it gave a sucking sound. Mila untied the cloak and put it aside to dry on the grass. She splashed herself with some water and lightly washed some of her exposed skin. She undid her braid and ran her fingers through her hair. She then twisted it some in order to remove the excess water. She then let her green wavy locks fall into place.
“I feel refreshed.” She smiled. Her gaze then fell on Sam. Her clothes were in the same drenched state as hers. They were pressed very close to her skin and almost seemed a tad bit translucent. Mila kept her gaze at her chest for a moment. She snapped out of that gaze and glanced down at something else. Down to Sam’s feet. Her eyes trailed up Sam’s legs, thighs, hips, then back at her chest and face. Her own heart started to race. There were some ‘friendly’ thoughts running through her brain, Mila closed her eyes and pushed them out too. She splashed water over her face in order to make herself feel better. Mila then cracked her knuckles and finished washing all that she needed to wash. Mila looked around. She didn’t see anything that could be used to hang the clothes up to dry. She stratched her head for a moment and thought of something. She got out of the water. Plopped her clean wet clothes on her cloak and dried off her hands. She grabbed her bag, pulled out her Gaea tome and moved further away from the shore. She found some suitable land that was to her liking and started focus.
She started to chant and cast her spell. Slowly she manipulated the earth near her upwards. She made a small spire of earth then promptly had it jet out long thin poles from it’s base. The earth was hardened by magic and Mila’s willpower in order to keep it’s shape. Mila then stopped casting and looked at her work. She touched it to make sure it was hard and wouldn’t crumble. She grabbed one of her clothes, wrung it dry with her hands, and hung it on one of the poles.
“Behold.. It’s.. an abstract clothes rack. We can hang the wet laundry on it.. So it can dry.” She tilted her head at it. She made sure to have the earth harden enough so that the wet clothes wouldn’t get muddy upon contact. The soil she chose had plenty of gravel and dusty rock in it so it would be strong.
“We can train.. Our magic while it’s drying.”