"Lucky." Corrin teases lightly. "Guess we have a few centuries to go in my world." Though she's thinking as she says that. "I wonder if maybe I could get some plans or blueprints." She muses. "My younger brother might be able to make sense of them." Or others; Nohr had no shortage of scholars and mages who weren't lacking in intelligence. "Who knows, maybe I could end up jumping my world those centuries ahead!"
She's washing her arms now. "Magic has some utility use. Covers some of the same bases. Fire magic can keep you warm, ice magic can keep things cold. Though probably not as efficiently as electricity can. Too taxing on the mage to keep having to expend that power, you know?" A fridge could keep something cold indefinitely, but a mage would periodically have to refresh the ice.
She laughs. Yes, that is about the conclusion Eve would come to. "She wants to improve her own fighting skills too, so you'll be a good fit for each other." Well, this was going to work out terrifically.
"Oh, okay." Corrin leans back in the tub, closing her eyes. Makes sense that's where Eve would—"Wait, your room?" She starts to sit up, only for Eve to walk back into the bathroom...and sit down on the edge of the tub. Corrin sinks back a little further into the water. "You're, um...you're moving in?" She's a bit self-conscious about how forward Eve is being, or that while Corrin did technically invite her to come live with her (more than that, far more than that), she's not exactly unhappy with the idea of the younger girl taking her up on it.
"I suppose not." She concedes. "But even so I'm thankful to not retain any memory of the experience." She menaced Jasmine at least, and who know else besides; no rush was worth that loss of control. "And the outfit I was wearing ended up completely ruined. I tore completely out of it." It's a small thing compare to everything else, but Corrin liked that outfit too. Now it's just scraps of fabric. "Actually, you might be onto something there." She goes on. "Who's to say what else we might be subjected to?" It's not a thought Corrin likes to entertain, if turning on the bloodmoon was an indication she's susceptible to more of these kinds of changes. She wraps her arms around her chest anxiously. "...I don't want to hurt anybody." She says softly. What if the blood moon was just the start? If she changes again, into a werewolf or who knows what else, it's definitely only a matter of time until she hurts someone for real. Or worse.
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Date: 2023-03-16 05:42 am (UTC)She's washing her arms now. "Magic has some utility use. Covers some of the same bases. Fire magic can keep you warm, ice magic can keep things cold. Though probably not as efficiently as electricity can. Too taxing on the mage to keep having to expend that power, you know?" A fridge could keep something cold indefinitely, but a mage would periodically have to refresh the ice.
She laughs. Yes, that is about the conclusion Eve would come to. "She wants to improve her own fighting skills too, so you'll be a good fit for each other." Well, this was going to work out terrifically.
"Oh, okay." Corrin leans back in the tub, closing her eyes. Makes sense that's where Eve would—"Wait, your room?" She starts to sit up, only for Eve to walk back into the bathroom...and sit down on the edge of the tub. Corrin sinks back a little further into the water. "You're, um...you're moving in?" She's a bit self-conscious about how forward Eve is being, or that while Corrin did technically invite her to come live with her (more than that, far more than that), she's not exactly unhappy with the idea of the younger girl taking her up on it.
"I suppose not." She concedes. "But even so I'm thankful to not retain any memory of the experience." She menaced Jasmine at least, and who know else besides; no rush was worth that loss of control. "And the outfit I was wearing ended up completely ruined. I tore completely out of it." It's a small thing compare to everything else, but Corrin liked that outfit too. Now it's just scraps of fabric. "Actually, you might be onto something there." She goes on. "Who's to say what else we might be subjected to?" It's not a thought Corrin likes to entertain, if turning on the bloodmoon was an indication she's susceptible to more of these kinds of changes. She wraps her arms around her chest anxiously. "...I don't want to hurt anybody." She says softly. What if the blood moon was just the start? If she changes again, into a werewolf or who knows what else, it's definitely only a matter of time until she hurts someone for real. Or worse.