| She tilted her head back to let silver hair pour across her elegant shoulders and down her violet robed back. The language of magic spilled from those soft lips as she shut her eyes and let her arms move out to stretch towards her sides. Her violet robes giving no hint of her figure, being so thick and layered that it would make one wonder if she had a figure hidden beneath layers of violet linen. The black room she was in clashed so elegantly with her faintly glowing pale skin and silver hair. Her words were getting shaky as her breath was getting caught in her throat, sweat lining that pale, elven brow as she shook slightly at the power running through her body. This was a test of wills, the magic's and her own, and it would take quite a bit to see who won. Finally, those violet eyes snapped open with a glazed look to them as they focused in front of her, at the fireball flying towards her, those arms coming up to stretch towards the sky, then cross as she slowly brought them down to eye level. Those brightly glowing hands stood in front of her mouth, letting only her hear those soft murmurs to bind the magic to her, and still, the violet robed mage stood, watching the massive ball of fire come flying towards her, lighting up the massive cavern, still, she waited, until she could feel the heat of it causing her silver hair to stick to her face and neck. That was when she broke the barrier holding the magic by sharply throwing her hands to her sides again. It looked to the normal eye like nothing happened, until that fireball exploded a foot in front of her, hitting something, but not a single cinder touched her. She was thrown back a little ways by the explosion, but the sweet, overly delighted grin that touched her young face was thrown up towards where she knew her parents were watching. There our little lady resembled her mother, that sweet grin and soft giggles as she twirled, so happy she finally got the knack of that. |