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"Only since 10?" It's a little antagonistic, the smirk like grin of her avatar doesn't help it but it's not meant in a way that might incite something. If anything she finds it to be another thing to be interested by or dare it be said, take a liking too. If he's any good at least, but he's yet to disappoint her before now. It's almost a shame she won't get a chance to enjoy a show of it in the confines of the game, because he's probably right. They won't be nearly as worthwhile here as they might otherwise be.

She chuckles. "Magic?" she grins, not quite answering, something whimsical in the smile. "I do believe they call this a wand, and I certainly don't have any experience with something like that." That was the name it had at least, something about being class specific and Isra was almost disappointed in it. "I'd like a staff though, that'd be fun. Nowhere near as fun looking as yours though."

Isra had chosen the mage for a reason though, a break away from the things she knew in real life a little too well. The one thing she wouldn't be likely to criticize the entire time they were here. It'd be too easy to be judgmental of the execution of some of the others like the warrior walking next to her. This was nothing more than a senseless whimsy. Much better.

Isra finds herself skipping a few steps ahead again, turning herself around and walking backwards so she can face him while they speak. Oddly, she trusts him to keep her from running into anything, or worse, anything running into her.

Remiel Calcifet

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Isra can't help but laugh, gentle and amused. "According to them. I can't think of any wands in anything I've ever read save for storybooks." She's certainly never used one, or anything one could call one. It would seem almost like an insult to anything she'd ever had her hands on. It was the silly little thing she only took interest in because she didn't get to pick up stick and play pretend like the other kids.

There's a pause though, as she muses over his words. She almost thinks it an invitation and one that she should readily decline. Because such a thing, indulgent and revealing, letting truths slip between the cracks by saying anything at all to it. She should ignore it.

But as usual, he is a blemish on her perfectly placed should be and must be.

"You'll have to hand me one and find out for yourself." she places the notion back in his hands because it's easier than trying to decide for herself.It's playful in nature, like an intended retort and not a thinly veiled cover for the fact she'd quite like to test out his skills for herself. It very nearly sounds like fun even.

"But only if you intend to really try when you do."

Remiel Calcifet

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"Not yet, but that doesn't mean anything really." after all some of the best laid traps are the ones that lull a person into a sense of security, assuring them they know what to expect until they expect nothing at all. Like many things Isra holds the idea in a limbo state, she doesn't expect him to hold back but she's not enough of a fool to think that he might not play her for one. It's nothing personal, Isra doesn't trust anything that easily. Less so when they catch her interest, it makes it easy to think that she should.

Isra watches him closely as they walk, eyes trailing over the details in the armor that adorns him. It almost irks her, because she's used to reading him better than this. Something she'll have to get used to. "That is an interesting notion though."

"Perhaps we should. I'd be interested to see how it works out, some of the simulated experiences that are possible here would be interesting to run through." experience, first hand, in the moment. The feeling matters more than anything. The way it settles in her bones. The way it seeps into her soul and roots in, that's what she clings to and seeks.

She can't help but wonder what Remiel might be able to dig out of her in such a regard. What experiences here or in such a sparring match with him might get etched into her bones.

Ever so slightly, the idea makes her thrum with excitement.

Remiel Calcifet

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Isra tilts her heads at his words. There's a part of her that wonders what brings him to think such a notion. It's a curious thing, a parallel to something that lingers in her mind from childhood prayers and silly things in stories and old musty words.

Here we lay beneath your lucid dream...

It plays back in her head but he pulls her out of it just as quickly.

"Naturally." Isra turn at the sight of his blade, certain that it means something is upon them. It's almost depressing to turn around and find some half baked bandits before them, Isra would have rathered jumping straight for dragons.

It's an almost depressive sigh. Without hesitation the woman calls upon the thing that had drawn her to her class of choice to begin with. It only takes a little bit of focus, the wand in her hand as the medium. The Hail chills the area, cooling it until ice falls amongst the leaves and breath clouds of the npcs. It pelts the ground and their skin until they could nearly be lost in it.

But of course, that meant Desolas was lost to them in it too.

Remiel Calcifet

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He steps forward into the storm and she steps back, dancing along the edges as should be expected of her. The sting of the ice matter little, the cold waking and grounding her in their little faux reality. She doesn't wait for long before the icy particles they had witnesses prior signify the manifesting spears amidst the storm. Easily unseen by the npcs as they're quickly distracted by his blade.

They slip in between the cracks in his attacks with ease, it doesn't take her long to master the timing. The action clicks into place little by little as she tracks the color of his armor against the ice and trees, using him as a focal point for her own attack.

When the storm passes, there's little left of their quick encounter. She's almost annoyed by it.

Remiel Calcifet