[ Is what she says, sweetly, clapping her hands together with a muted poff from the thick fabric of her gloves. What's she's thinking, though, is that that's probably a red flag. Letting a powerful magician like Akua cast a spell on her? Willingly? It'd be giving her a free opening to attack her, if that's what she really wanted to do.
Misa tucks her hands into the opposite sleeves of her coat, ostensibly to keep warm - in reality, to close her hand around the dagger that's hidden there. The fluffiness of her clothes obscure most motion from within — it's a fine, fur garment she'd looted from this place for a nice price of sand, after all — and besides, she makes no sudden or jerky movements that read as offensive. No, she just leans in a little closer with feigned interest (edging in on Akua's personal space, really), inwardly anticipating a strike to come at any moment. Actually, she'll just plan on acting like she mistook whatever comes next as an attack — that's a good enough excuse for her to make a move, she thinks. Her hourglass glints from around her neck, shimmering with the image of what's at the forefront of most her thoughts: the profile of her (cold, detached looking) boyfriend. ]
How does it work exactly? It just cancels out all the cold, or...?
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[ Is what she says, sweetly, clapping her hands together with a muted poff from the thick fabric of her gloves. What's she's thinking, though, is that that's probably a red flag. Letting a powerful magician like Akua cast a spell on her? Willingly? It'd be giving her a free opening to attack her, if that's what she really wanted to do.
Misa tucks her hands into the opposite sleeves of her coat, ostensibly to keep warm - in reality, to close her hand around the dagger that's hidden there. The fluffiness of her clothes obscure most motion from within — it's a fine, fur garment she'd looted from this place for a nice price of sand, after all — and besides, she makes no sudden or jerky movements that read as offensive. No, she just leans in a little closer with feigned interest (edging in on Akua's personal space, really), inwardly anticipating a strike to come at any moment. Actually, she'll just plan on acting like she mistook whatever comes next as an attack — that's a good enough excuse for her to make a move, she thinks. Her hourglass glints from around her neck, shimmering with the image of what's at the forefront of most her thoughts: the profile of her (cold, detached looking) boyfriend. ]
How does it work exactly? It just cancels out all the cold, or...?