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GeminiChaosDistracted from her frustrations, momentarily, by the appearance of the eastern fox woman, the smallish high elven girl turned to face her fully. The taller girl was dripping wet, soaked just as she had been moments ago. After a few moments of silence, Irial sighed, narrowing her eyes slightly as she did.
"What do I look like, a towel?" she asked, irritation in her voice. Irial wasn't exactly keen on being seen as some sort of utility that anyone could walk up to and use any time they wanted. And yet, well, the Dry spell was a simple one. Any race with magical potential had devised it at some point, and therefore Irial had never become accustomed to casting a more generically named version. No, it had remained in the old tongue, as translation had never been required.
"Ephix Tann," she commanded, flatly, as the orb of blue-grey light formed in the palm of her hand once more. Just as it has done for herself, the twisting light drew the water off of the kitsune, drying her entirely. Just as before, Irial tossed the orb away, not even looking where it landed. It was just water, after all. It's not like anything out in the open could get more wet. The problem with the spell was the difficulty in targeting. 'Maer'(self) and 'Tann'(other). Desginating a specific target rather then 'person closest to the caster' was pretty much impossible. Oh well.
"Don't go expecting that sort of treatment if you get yourself soaked again," Irial added, waving her staff as she did in an illustrative fashion. "I'm not here for the sake of stupid mistakes."
She glanced at the boat. Good, it looked like strong people were going there. Irial herself was, well, particularly useless when it came to physical feats. She could, however, use magic to assist in locating items. Lifting and moving them herself? Not only was it nearly impossible for her to do so with anything heavy, but she hated doing it as well.
"... You do... whatever. I'm going to the boat."
"What do I look like, a towel?" she asked, irritation in her voice. Irial wasn't exactly keen on being seen as some sort of utility that anyone could walk up to and use any time they wanted. And yet, well, the Dry spell was a simple one. Any race with magical potential had devised it at some point, and therefore Irial had never become accustomed to casting a more generically named version. No, it had remained in the old tongue, as translation had never been required.
"Ephix Tann," she commanded, flatly, as the orb of blue-grey light formed in the palm of her hand once more. Just as it has done for herself, the twisting light drew the water off of the kitsune, drying her entirely. Just as before, Irial tossed the orb away, not even looking where it landed. It was just water, after all. It's not like anything out in the open could get more wet. The problem with the spell was the difficulty in targeting. 'Maer'(self) and 'Tann'(other). Desginating a specific target rather then 'person closest to the caster' was pretty much impossible. Oh well.
"Don't go expecting that sort of treatment if you get yourself soaked again," Irial added, waving her staff as she did in an illustrative fashion. "I'm not here for the sake of stupid mistakes."
She glanced at the boat. Good, it looked like strong people were going there. Irial herself was, well, particularly useless when it came to physical feats. She could, however, use magic to assist in locating items. Lifting and moving them herself? Not only was it nearly impossible for her to do so with anything heavy, but she hated doing it as well.
"... You do... whatever. I'm going to the boat."