[wanda's smile is small as she notes his reaction.]
A witch.
[she amends, hoping that the word is one he understands and not one that causes fear or an unsavory reaction from his part. almost as if trying to make this point clear, of her being good, wanda raises her hands and allows some chaos magic to rivet and dance around her wrists and fingers, before spreading her arms out.
a rope forms from the magic, floating momentarily in scarlet, before she grabs it in her hands. the scarlet disappears.
it's quite the lengthy rope.]
Want to find a barn? I know one that would be happy to put up your wreath.
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A witch.
[she amends, hoping that the word is one he understands and not one that causes fear or an unsavory reaction from his part. almost as if trying to make this point clear, of her being good, wanda raises her hands and allows some chaos magic to rivet and dance around her wrists and fingers, before spreading her arms out.
a rope forms from the magic, floating momentarily in scarlet, before she grabs it in her hands. the scarlet disappears.
it's quite the lengthy rope.]
Want to find a barn? I know one that would be happy to put up your wreath.