Rafe has a vague idea of where the captain sits, so he will be leading her to the start of it and they can work their way up from there. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, never once infringing on her personal space, but keeping close enough that if something happens, he'll be able to do something about it.
"Not the kind of magic you see in magician shows," he says after a moment. It takes him some time to answer, because he's never had to put it to words; he's only ever seen it. "She can control the elements. You know, fire, water, wind. She can cast spells, so she has a book of them she calls a grimoire."
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Rafe has a vague idea of where the captain sits, so he will be leading her to the start of it and they can work their way up from there. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, never once infringing on her personal space, but keeping close enough that if something happens, he'll be able to do something about it.
"Not the kind of magic you see in magician shows," he says after a moment. It takes him some time to answer, because he's never had to put it to words; he's only ever seen it. "She can control the elements. You know, fire, water, wind. She can cast spells, so she has a book of them she calls a grimoire."
His mother has one, too.