[Maybe, for someone more normal, sadness would take route in her chest, discomfort that he doesn't seem to recognize her. Davina hadn't either, but that didn't bother her in the same way. This was Uncle Kol, who had actually bothered to at least facetime her when their family had been scattered across the world.
But she doesn't feel sad. Anger blooms in her chest, hot and painful; she knows it isn't his fault, but being here really needed to stop screwing with her.
She takes the boat, muttering a low 'incendia,' before it burns up in her hand. The fire doesn't give off any light, another great side effect of being here, so instead it seems to just crumble and scatter to the wind.]
Seriously? [She lets out a breath of bitter laughter.] You have no idea who I am, do you?
no subject
But she doesn't feel sad. Anger blooms in her chest, hot and painful; she knows it isn't his fault, but being here really needed to stop screwing with her.
She takes the boat, muttering a low 'incendia,' before it burns up in her hand. The fire doesn't give off any light, another great side effect of being here, so instead it seems to just crumble and scatter to the wind.]
Seriously? [She lets out a breath of bitter laughter.] You have no idea who I am, do you?