He is... Promptly soaked I'm a substantial amount of water. His head tilts, smile never fading even beneath soaked hair. But his stilted stance betrays his discomfort.
"Did you discover what you'd hoped?"
As he asks, he whirls an index finger in the air. The water whisks out his hair and robes. ↷
Above her palm a owl forms from the water in the air.
Then it flies up to land atop his head
“Remarkable.. So that's how master Qifrey moves the water sculptures”
And the water owl melts back into water.
“Ah.. Damn”
For what it's worth, he does stand still. Some part of him wants to encourage her, and the other simply doesn't see the harm in doing so.
“I’d prefer if you stay still. I need to test this spell. You seem the perfect height to test on”
She's drawing the spell in her palmquire.
"Ahah... Well, I'll keep that in mind then. It's always good to take constructive criticism.
I do not think we are arguing. I thought I was speaking lightly, but without looking down upon you... Would you prefer more infantile language?"
ambrosius.
ambrosius.
ambrosius.
“Pollen has a terrible smell. One that ruins the freshness of blooming flowers. Now why exactly are you arguing with a thirteen-year-old witch?”
"Such a strange thing to say... Here I was, thinking flowers smelled nice. Are you just reaching for something to complain about?"
Even if she is quite rude..! The mage only laughs in response.
"It's a good thing I'm no serious mage, then."
ambrosius.
ᴀɢᴏᴛᴛ
ᴀɢᴏᴛᴛ
ᴀɢᴏᴛᴛ
“At least I do not stink of over-pollinated flowers. And no serious mage uses apples as a measurement. Grow up”
ᴀɢᴏᴛᴛ
"Nice argument but you're two apples tall, so I can't actually take anything you say seriously."
