( see? magic can be easy to understand if you give it a chance, rocket. it only makes sense that he's following the casted arrow first; wanda follows behind him, traipsing memories of her training with the avengers, of endless cycles of running laps until she couldn't breathe.
being in abraxas has, in many ways, made her more reliant of her magic, but running at a proper pace is like getting back on a bicycle, at least.
the arrow takes sharp turns and guides them deep and further into the forestβuntil it plunges down, 'stuck' against a tree, a trail of red magic dissipating behind it. wanda stops, breathing hard through her nose, a hand poised against the trunk of another tree; it was pietro who ran, not her. )
It's β around here. ( βout of breathβ ) Nearby.
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being in abraxas has, in many ways, made her more reliant of her magic, but running at a proper pace is like getting back on a bicycle, at least.
the arrow takes sharp turns and guides them deep and further into the forestβuntil it plunges down, 'stuck' against a tree, a trail of red magic dissipating behind it. wanda stops, breathing hard through her nose, a hand poised against the trunk of another tree; it was pietro who ran, not her. )
It's β around here. ( βout of breathβ ) Nearby.