[ alina twists in her seat. she starts to draw one leg into the seat with her, but the narrow hips and thighs of the kefta prevent it. they really aren't made for comfort and mobility, in the way the uniforms of the first army. in a way, it felt more like a coffin. suffocating.
she settles for turning at the waist and raises her hands.
from her palms, a golden light starts. a tiny ball at first, pulsing with sparks of white and red. it grows in her hands. steadier, stronger, brighter. and then it splits in two, and the orbs bob like fairy lights around them.
as miserable as her week has been, alina can't help but smile a little. that first night, dazed and disoriented, she'd been terrified that her power was gone. but there's something heartening about it. it reinvigorates her, yes, but it also reminds her that she's not totally helpless. ]
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[ alina twists in her seat. she starts to draw one leg into the seat with her, but the narrow hips and thighs of the kefta prevent it. they really aren't made for comfort and mobility, in the way the uniforms of the first army. in a way, it felt more like a coffin. suffocating.
she settles for turning at the waist and raises her hands.
from her palms, a golden light starts. a tiny ball at first, pulsing with sparks of white and red. it grows in her hands. steadier, stronger, brighter. and then it splits in two, and the orbs bob like fairy lights around them.
as miserable as her week has been, alina can't help but smile a little. that first night, dazed and disoriented, she'd been terrified that her power was gone. but there's something heartening about it. it reinvigorates her, yes, but it also reminds her that she's not totally helpless. ]