wedredding said:
~~~{Maggie}~~~
She kicks the seat in front of her over and over again. Her white sneakers bounce off the pleather surface, the constant movement pausing only every so often so that the sweaty and impatient girl can tie and retie her laces. This is boring, Maggie thinks to herself. Maybe if it were just half-bloods on the bus, but no, we had to skimp on the Greyhound. She unpeels her thighs from her seat. It was already hot before the AC broke hours before, and driving through the Central Valley in the middle of July was probably the worst decision ever made in the history of– well, anything.
Kick, kick, kick.
The girl in the seat in front of her is quiet, a silent kore in still concentration.
"Azalea." No response. Maggie scratches her earlobe with a dirty fingernail. Kickkickkickkickkick. Still nothing. Impatient, Maggie leans forward as far as she can in their cramped seating arrangement. She grins lopsidedly and leans in to Azalea's cheek. A giggle escapes.
"Feeling tense?" Maggie whispers.
labyrinthecho said:
wedredding said:
~~~{Maggie}~~~
Azalea flinches away from Maggie's voice, likely more than a little unnerved. She pulls away, and Maggie mimics the motion, but only slightly, her face remaining uncomfortably close to the other girl's.
"Yeah, I am a little stiff, but tired, too," Azalea says, her posture tightening up even more than Maggie had thought possible. Maggie's brow furrows briefly, a flicker of concern, but then it's gone and she tries to raise her eyebrows in interest. Well, maybe if you weren't trying so hard to hold the Mist in place just so around you, you'd be feeling a little better.
"Soo, Maggie, right?" Azalea asks. Maggie nods, trying to put the girl at ease. "Have you ever been to San Francisco?" She speaks softly, but not in the way that naturally quiet people do. She looks into Maggie's eyes. Seems like she's been pushing herself hard all the way from New York. Maggie only snaps out of her musing when she realizes Azalea has been waiting for an answer this whole time.
"Well, I've been once, but just passing through when I was little. We were visiting my uncles, but I mean, they don't live in Cisco proper, they're up in wine country." She speaks quickly, as if trying to make up for those lost few seconds. Then a thought occurs to her.
"You know, I could help you with–" she says in a low tone, gesturing vaguely at Azalea's lower half. "I've been getting pretty good at controlling it, and I bet if I gave you a little boost–" she grins, "You might even stay awake to cross the Bay Bridge."
labyrinthecho said:
wedredding said:
~~~{Maggie}~~~
"Um, I actually don't have those. I'm mostly human, except for some spots, a pair of ears and antlers, and a tail." Bold move there, Z, Maggie thinks. She's already given the girl a nickname; for her it's akin to naming a pet before one's parent can tell them they can't keep it. She should've known Azalea wasn't all satyr, of course, but when you spend most of your time in the mess hall seeing other campers from the torso up, you tend to overlook things. Besides, Maggie thinks, it's not like I care about what's going on below anyone's waist anyway.
"Sorry about that, guess I should learn to pay more attention in school," Maggie says with a sideways smirk, then– "Oh! Yeah, sure!" She licks her lips in concentration, focusing on moving the heavy magical burden off of Azalea's consciousness. The sensation isn't so much a dividing of power, more like helping your friend move a piece of furniture, and while Maggie inhales deeply, steeling herself to share the load, she can already tell Azalea's relaxing.
