[ Lauralae shifts, adjusting her weight to do what she can to help keep Cellar balanced, and she shakes her head gently, patting the other woman's hand with all the tenderness that she might muster. ]
There is no need.
[ Walking her forward, she hesitates for a moment before - ah. She can feel the magic, the pull of it around her, before she tilts her head up to her companion. ]
no subject
[ Lauralae shifts, adjusting her weight to do what she can to help keep Cellar balanced, and she shakes her head gently, patting the other woman's hand with all the tenderness that she might muster. ]
There is no need.
[ Walking her forward, she hesitates for a moment before - ah. She can feel the magic, the pull of it around her, before she tilts her head up to her companion. ]
It is. It is one of their games.