[That did distract him for a moment. What a strange ability to have. It would be good for hiding somewhere, he supposed.]
Well, I'm not going to argue against your obvious inadequacies. But in this particular instance, you're accomplishing precisely as much as Mira or any other witch can. And 'tis not as though the possession of magic did me any good in preventing this.
[Only their real powers would ever be good enough. But as with everything else... they were stuck with what they'd been handed.]
And I've no intention of moving much of anywhere for several moons, so I shant be any more trouble.
[Not really appreciating the reminder of vulnerability; it wasn't something he could forget, now.]
[Yet there's a distinct set of bad feelings lingering between them, perhaps more sour for Hades than Irhya, and it's irritating her. She's struggling to think of a way to drive the tension out.]
Do you want to see it? The... the bat, I mean. I've been told it's really cute?
[He was more on edge in general, a prickliness unlike his usual veneer of casual irritability. An unease he didn't know how to shake, or who to take it out on.
Still, he tries to reign it in. Might as well focus that dissatisfaction inward; he was as good a target as any.]
[Irhya steps back, pauses to take a breath, and then focuses her energy, turning into a bat in a puff of smoke. She drops instantly to the floor upon transformation; using the bones of her wings, she proceeds to pick herself up daintily, shaking her head like an embarrassed cat, then makes a few flaps over to Hades's lap.
And stares up at him with the roundest, bluest puppy-eyed gaze he has probably ever seen on a bat not even the size of his smallest finger. Cute? Yes?]
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[That did distract him for a moment. What a strange ability to have. It would be good for hiding somewhere, he supposed.]
Well, I'm not going to argue against your obvious inadequacies. But in this particular instance, you're accomplishing precisely as much as Mira or any other witch can. And 'tis not as though the possession of magic did me any good in preventing this.
[Only their real powers would ever be good enough. But as with everything else... they were stuck with what they'd been handed.]
And I've no intention of moving much of anywhere for several moons, so I shant be any more trouble.
[Not really appreciating the reminder of vulnerability; it wasn't something he could forget, now.]
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[Yet there's a distinct set of bad feelings lingering between them, perhaps more sour for Hades than Irhya, and it's irritating her. She's struggling to think of a way to drive the tension out.]
Do you want to see it? The... the bat, I mean. I've been told it's really cute?
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Still, he tries to reign it in. Might as well focus that dissatisfaction inward; he was as good a target as any.]
...Show me this bat.
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[Irhya steps back, pauses to take a breath, and then focuses her energy, turning into a bat in a puff of smoke. She drops instantly to the floor upon transformation; using the bones of her wings, she proceeds to pick herself up daintily, shaking her head like an embarrassed cat, then makes a few flaps over to Hades's lap.
And stares up at him with the roundest, bluest puppy-eyed gaze he has probably ever seen on a bat not even the size of his smallest finger. Cute? Yes?]