[once he is done talking, wanda finally makes her way out of the lake. a brush of her hands over her arms has her drying up instantly, a ripple of magic coursing through her and removing every droplet from her body and clothes. her bare feet are still a little stuck in the soil of the shore, but that's not a worry for her at the moment.]
Is it very loud right now?
[she says, standing before him. she isn't speaking about the volume of her voice, nor of the nature the sways with the wind about them. raising her hands, palms up, ready to take hold of his hands, she asks,]
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Is it very loud right now?
[she says, standing before him. she isn't speaking about the volume of her voice, nor of the nature the sways with the wind about them. raising her hands, palms up, ready to take hold of his hands, she asks,]
May I?