[wanda blinks, confused, and turns her head fully to him—as if finally coming to understand that this man's interest pushes past the superficial. perhaps a mind that is constantly curious; it's not unheard of.]
Require?
[she echoes him, then, a little at a loss.]
It is simply how my magic works. ['simply', she says, but she really hasn't thought about putting into words the how it works. sitting straighter, wanda wraps the shawl around herself, arms crossing at her middle.] There's no reason to ask myself how it does it.
no subject
Require?
[she echoes him, then, a little at a loss.]
It is simply how my magic works. ['simply', she says, but she really hasn't thought about putting into words the how it works. sitting straighter, wanda wraps the shawl around herself, arms crossing at her middle.] There's no reason to ask myself how it does it.