Tahno whistles softly. "That's cool, little miss," he says, and dances back, digging his bare feet into the sand of the lake's shore. Water breaks on his ankles, and he raises his hands, gathering massive amounts of liquid about his arms.
He starts slow as he did before, letting her be well aware of his movements as he sends sculptures of ice--each one with an eye--flying her way.
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25/11/14 01:06 (UTC)He starts slow as he did before, letting her be well aware of his movements as he sends sculptures of ice--each one with an eye--flying her way.