Her shoulders bob up and down, Reimi's expression caught somewhere between genuine and a little sheepish. "It's really the only experience I do have."
That unwavering decision had cost her the possibility of ever experiencing the world beyond the limited scope of a small-town teenager, still new to even that state of being. She doesn't regret it - never could - but it would be foolish not to pretend that there hadn't been a price to pay. So much of her knowledge came secondhand, stolen away from 'Emily' and her world.
It's a story that she thinks Kit may benefit from hearing, loathe though she is to divulge it to anyone. But, if it could help him see himself a little more clearly...maybe when all of this was said and done.
At the moment there's no time for such thoughts. Her companion may be entranced by the siren call of his own past, but Reimi's heightened instincts as a Navigator are practically screaming at her over the danger honing in on the both of them. She makes no comment to Kit, allowing his preoccupation with the mirror to serve as cover for her to quietly slip away behind him.
Only the faint rustle of a breeze, easily ignored, marks her passing as Orias emerges once more from her shadow; the 'wind' is another precautionary spell bestowed upon her companion, meant to raise his evasion just in case she somehow missed some of these little monsters.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, calling forth another aspect of herself. These eyes were explosives, weren't they? Well, she had her own set of bombs to play with. And as she cocks her arm back to take at with the first one, there's no doubt in Reimi's mind that Kira's purloined ability would easily outclass these weak things.
he gets his face ripped off when it turns into a squirrel and the pillarmen enjoy a local delicacy
That unwavering decision had cost her the possibility of ever experiencing the world beyond the limited scope of a small-town teenager, still new to even that state of being. She doesn't regret it - never could - but it would be foolish not to pretend that there hadn't been a price to pay. So much of her knowledge came secondhand, stolen away from 'Emily' and her world.
It's a story that she thinks Kit may benefit from hearing, loathe though she is to divulge it to anyone. But, if it could help him see himself a little more clearly...maybe when all of this was said and done.
At the moment there's no time for such thoughts. Her companion may be entranced by the siren call of his own past, but Reimi's heightened instincts as a Navigator are practically screaming at her over the danger honing in on the both of them. She makes no comment to Kit, allowing his preoccupation with the mirror to serve as cover for her to quietly slip away behind him.
Only the faint rustle of a breeze, easily ignored, marks her passing as Orias emerges once more from her shadow; the 'wind' is another precautionary spell bestowed upon her companion, meant to raise his evasion just in case she somehow missed some of these little monsters.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, calling forth another aspect of herself. These eyes were explosives, weren't they? Well, she had her own set of bombs to play with. And as she cocks her arm back to take at with the first one, there's no doubt in Reimi's mind that Kira's purloined ability would easily outclass these weak things.