At first, Lyric had been confused when Nocturne mentioned bringing in a mage to tutor her in Elemental magic; she learned about magic in school, and it was for the most part extremely boring, but it had helped her develop and grow well enough. Lyric felt she had a good handle on her powers, and was confused by why her brother thought she would need a tutor. When he went on to explain about Rivalee and her own magic, as well as his awkward invitation for her to learn about sex magic from the older woman, Lyric was intrigued and more than a little excited. She’d never heard about sex magic before, and had almost immediately texted Cody to see if he had heard anything about such things.
While the shifter was just as in the dark about the topic as she was, he was also just as intrigued as she was, and Lyric was excited by the prospect and what it would mean for their extracurricular activities. She did wish she’d recorded Nocturne bringing up that particular subject, though! His face and overall awkwardness had been hilarious and Lyric was sad she didn’t have evidence to share with Cody or to torture Nocturne with when he annoyed her for some reason.
Lyric, who was beyond excited and nervous at meeting this new mage, had almost forgotten to put on the water and had ended up rushing around madly to get the task done, managing to get everything in order and on the coffee table in the living room, a bright smile on her face as she took in the sight of the other woman. Lyric couldn’t tell how old Rivalee was, but she was absolutely gorgeous – honestly, she didn’t expect anything less from her brother – and Lyric was only a little bit jealous of her hair. It was so blonde and pretty! Lyrics hair was long, too, but she’d always considered it a rather drab shade of brown.
Smiling when she was introduced, Lyric’s gaze shifted to Nocturne as he almost seemed to grumble the next few words, and she arched an eyebrow at his retreating back, before giggling quietly into her hands. She could kind of remember when he was like that, when she had first become friends with Cody. Always on the look out and distrustful, glaring and huffing. Rolling her eyes good naturedly, Lyric turned her attention back to Rivalee as she was greeted. Lyric stood up fluidly and took the hand that was offered to her, giving it a polite shake. She almost dropped Rivalee’s hand in surprise when the other woman’s magic erupted around her, eyes wide with surprise.
Lyric wasn’t used to displaying her power, as it was far more common for her to hide it, or it was suppressed by Nocturne’s presence. She let go of her grip on it carefully, feeling the power sparkle along her skin and raise all the little hairs on her arms. Lyric smiled, holding out the hand that wasn’t in a shared grip with Rivalee’s, and watching with slight concentration as a flowering vine – a wisteria, she decided after a moment – sprung up, twining around her arm and up into her hair, purple flowers blooming along it. She smiled again, stopping the growth, but leaving the green vinery around her arm and tangled in her long hair. She always kept an assortment of seeds on her person, but was never sure which one would take to the magic first.
“Huh?” Lyric asked, blinking out of the magic trance she’d been in, and then snorted. “He has his moments,” she said vaguely, but smiled as Rivalee settled on the couch with a cookie. “No,” she laughed, amused by the prospect of cooking. “Noct does that. He wouldn’t let me in the kitchen, even if I could promise not to burn the house down while I was in there.” Lyric shrugged, and took a seat as she considered the other woman curiously. “What’s your specialty?” She asked, head tilted slightly to one side. “Mine is nature,” that seemed a redundant statement, since she had a vine twining her arm, but anyway. “The garden outside is mine; I’ll show it to you if you come back in daylight.”
While the shifter was just as in the dark about the topic as she was, he was also just as intrigued as she was, and Lyric was excited by the prospect and what it would mean for their extracurricular activities. She did wish she’d recorded Nocturne bringing up that particular subject, though! His face and overall awkwardness had been hilarious and Lyric was sad she didn’t have evidence to share with Cody or to torture Nocturne with when he annoyed her for some reason.
Lyric, who was beyond excited and nervous at meeting this new mage, had almost forgotten to put on the water and had ended up rushing around madly to get the task done, managing to get everything in order and on the coffee table in the living room, a bright smile on her face as she took in the sight of the other woman. Lyric couldn’t tell how old Rivalee was, but she was absolutely gorgeous – honestly, she didn’t expect anything less from her brother – and Lyric was only a little bit jealous of her hair. It was so blonde and pretty! Lyrics hair was long, too, but she’d always considered it a rather drab shade of brown.
Smiling when she was introduced, Lyric’s gaze shifted to Nocturne as he almost seemed to grumble the next few words, and she arched an eyebrow at his retreating back, before giggling quietly into her hands. She could kind of remember when he was like that, when she had first become friends with Cody. Always on the look out and distrustful, glaring and huffing. Rolling her eyes good naturedly, Lyric turned her attention back to Rivalee as she was greeted. Lyric stood up fluidly and took the hand that was offered to her, giving it a polite shake. She almost dropped Rivalee’s hand in surprise when the other woman’s magic erupted around her, eyes wide with surprise.
Lyric wasn’t used to displaying her power, as it was far more common for her to hide it, or it was suppressed by Nocturne’s presence. She let go of her grip on it carefully, feeling the power sparkle along her skin and raise all the little hairs on her arms. Lyric smiled, holding out the hand that wasn’t in a shared grip with Rivalee’s, and watching with slight concentration as a flowering vine – a wisteria, she decided after a moment – sprung up, twining around her arm and up into her hair, purple flowers blooming along it. She smiled again, stopping the growth, but leaving the green vinery around her arm and tangled in her long hair. She always kept an assortment of seeds on her person, but was never sure which one would take to the magic first.
“Huh?” Lyric asked, blinking out of the magic trance she’d been in, and then snorted. “He has his moments,” she said vaguely, but smiled as Rivalee settled on the couch with a cookie. “No,” she laughed, amused by the prospect of cooking. “Noct does that. He wouldn’t let me in the kitchen, even if I could promise not to burn the house down while I was in there.” Lyric shrugged, and took a seat as she considered the other woman curiously. “What’s your specialty?” She asked, head tilted slightly to one side. “Mine is nature,” that seemed a redundant statement, since she had a vine twining her arm, but anyway. “The garden outside is mine; I’ll show it to you if you come back in daylight.”
