[ Mayou is in fact in her usual spot! Currently with a book spread open over her lap and a faint furrow on her brow, one hand with two fingers extended under a steady tongue of flame. See, fire's always been her worst element. Too finicky, too unpredictable, too unstable to really go for the big, impressive spells like she wants to. And oh, does she want to. Alas. A sharp 'crack' noise precedes the abrupt snuffing out of her flame and a disappointing puff of smoke from her fingers. ]
Still off? Damn it.
[ Mayou waves away the sooty cloud with an annoyed flap of her hand, eyes flicking over to the approaching (self-proclaimed) Bandit King; boy, does Chobe look a whole lot scruffier than she remembers. Looking up— Looking down— ]
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Alas. A sharp 'crack' noise precedes the abrupt snuffing out of her flame and a disappointing puff of smoke from her fingers. ]
Still off? Damn it.
[ Mayou waves away the sooty cloud with an annoyed flap of her hand, eyes flicking over to the approaching (self-proclaimed) Bandit King; boy, does Chobe look a whole lot scruffier than she remembers.
Looking up—
Looking down— ]
...........you ignored the warning, didn't you.