The other is already stalking through the flooded lands, look of determination on her face. Sorcerers are recognizable, or at least this one is, just from her walk she screams, 'I am magic, get out of my way.'
As expected, the water's obeying. As if it's been cowed by its mother, it curls away from the buildings and people, leaving damp but otherwise dry land. The sorceress is picking up the water and she is putting it back, water is not allowed to go where she doesn't want it.
She's got a subtle grin, on her face. Sorcery's fun.
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The other is already stalking through the flooded lands, look of determination on her face. Sorcerers are recognizable, or at least this one is, just from her walk she screams, 'I am magic, get out of my way.'
As expected, the water's obeying. As if it's been cowed by its mother, it curls away from the buildings and people, leaving damp but otherwise dry land. The sorceress is picking up the water and she is putting it back, water is not allowed to go where she doesn't want it.
She's got a subtle grin, on her face. Sorcery's fun.