Abby's magic reacts to her heart, and the more she's practiced the more it just- takes a form for her. Ice has been one of the easiest things to feel. The cold mirrored her loneliness nicely. Letting it just react to her so easily. And it came to her silent call so easily now.

"I don't know. I wanted... I guess to keep it professional? He's fucking old and I didn't feel like pretending to be friends. But the more he dismissed what I was saying the more I started getting pissed. It got so bad I just- ran off when he left the room." Her eyes drifted to her ice. Her voice as cold and still as the frozen space she was making. Still and quiet Abby is a pathetic looking thing, terrible in how much it wasn't her usual behavior. "I was afraid of doing this in his shop."

Now she kinda wished it happened. Not that she wanted him to know how easily he got under her fucking skin, but a part of her wanted to just destroy- be whatever locals feared of Wild Magic.