[They don't know each other but they're fighting the same fight, on the same side, and if the war between the First Order and the Resistance has taught her anything it's that that matters. Any Resistance member is her ally, so shouldn't that mean that anyone fighting these vines and plants for the good of the whole city is also her ally?
For now, it does. When the fight is over, if he shows signs that he can't be trusted, then that can be reevaluated. It wouldn't even be the first time she put her trust in someone who didn't deserve it, but there's a feeling to this man that tells her that won't be the case. She can hope, anyway, and as he moves forward she focuses her will on the Force, imagines it creating a glass ball around them and keeping them safe.
The severed vine lashes, more acid splatters against the bubble, useless. A sense of pride in her accomplishment wells inside her, but right along with it comes the dull ache in knowing Luke will never see this, her budding mastery.
But they have a job to do here, and that lightning is absolutely more than enough to keep her attention when he calls it down. She whistles, impressed, and when she sees the first hint of a red glow, of fire, she can't help a satisfied grin.]
[The fleshy bits of the vine smoke and smolder...and soon enough they split, and steam, and char. Catch aflame. The movement of the vine itself gets weaker and sluggish as it burns, lashing out less violently, throwing less goopy sap their way as the moisture in it turns to steam and the white of it turns black. He lowers his hand as the spell runs out, and the electric crackle of energy fizzles around him.
He rocks back on his heels as it becomes clear the vines are burning, slowing, out of range. The buildings around here aren't made of wood—mostly metal, and stone, and something he can't identify but he'll assume won't catch enough to set the block aflame. So, he looks back toward Rey, and gives her a pleased cock of his head and his brows that edges on rakish, matches her satisfied grin with one of his own.
Not too bad a job, actually. That went a lot better than anticipated. So, easily enough, when she asks—]
Kind of a, uh. Fairly recent development.
[Relatively, anyway. It's been a number of months, but magic is still kind of a new thing for him, in his life. Not unlike that bubble trick of hers, apparently. Assuming it's still up, he'll reach experimentally toward a cleaner part of the Force-shield to try and tap at it with a knuckle. As he does—]
Quite the impressive new trick of your own.
[Reminds him of Caleb's Shield spell, if a little more versatile. Or the Tiny Hut he makes for them to sleep under, if a lot faster to throw up around them. But she doesn't much strike him as a wizard.]
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For now, it does. When the fight is over, if he shows signs that he can't be trusted, then that can be reevaluated. It wouldn't even be the first time she put her trust in someone who didn't deserve it, but there's a feeling to this man that tells her that won't be the case. She can hope, anyway, and as he moves forward she focuses her will on the Force, imagines it creating a glass ball around them and keeping them safe.
The severed vine lashes, more acid splatters against the bubble, useless. A sense of pride in her accomplishment wells inside her, but right along with it comes the dull ache in knowing Luke will never see this, her budding mastery.
But they have a job to do here, and that lightning is absolutely more than enough to keep her attention when he calls it down. She whistles, impressed, and when she sees the first hint of a red glow, of fire, she can't help a satisfied grin.]
Have you always been able to do that?
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He rocks back on his heels as it becomes clear the vines are burning, slowing, out of range. The buildings around here aren't made of wood—mostly metal, and stone, and something he can't identify but he'll assume won't catch enough to set the block aflame. So, he looks back toward Rey, and gives her a pleased cock of his head and his brows that edges on rakish, matches her satisfied grin with one of his own.
Not too bad a job, actually. That went a lot better than anticipated. So, easily enough, when she asks—]
Kind of a, uh. Fairly recent development.
[Relatively, anyway. It's been a number of months, but magic is still kind of a new thing for him, in his life. Not unlike that bubble trick of hers, apparently. Assuming it's still up, he'll reach experimentally toward a cleaner part of the Force-shield to try and tap at it with a knuckle. As he does—]
Quite the impressive new trick of your own.
[Reminds him of Caleb's Shield spell, if a little more versatile. Or the Tiny Hut he makes for them to sleep under, if a lot faster to throw up around them. But she doesn't much strike him as a wizard.]