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“Oh, no, you absolutely are not. You’re coming with me, Tae, and that’s final.” She advanced toward him, gesturing for him to get up. “We lost, yes, but that doesn’t mean we have to wallow in it. You need to shake off the defeat and have some… fun.” She said fun lightly, but something shimmered in her eyes.
As Ayla stood defiantly, she felt a familiar tingle in her fingertips—the unmistakable thrill of using her magic. She closed her eyes for just a moment, breathing in the vibrant energy of the room, and when she opened them, they sparkled with playful mischief.
She flicked her wrist, and with a soft flicker of light, her beloved stuffed lamb, a cherished possession from childhood, began to trot across the floor. It wore an innocent expression with embroidered eyes, but under Ayla’s subtle influence, its movements now had a lively bounce. The lamb, named Marshmallow, weaved around the floor, moving in a way that perfectly captured the essence of a real, lively creature.
“Look, even Marshmallow wants you to come!” Ayla exclaimed, her voice sing-song as she exaggerated the lamb’s movements. The plush toy pranced around a chair, twirling for effect, Ayla concentrated harder than she’d like to admit.
With a final flourish, Ayla’s brows furrowed, and Marshmallow took a big leap—crashing into the side of Taes bed. She frowned, before making Marshmallow try again, this time he made it onto Tae’s bed, landing neatly on the soft duvet. For a moment, it stood still, then tilted its head at Tae as if urging him to get up and join the fun.
Marshmallow plopped down on the bed, pretending to munch on imaginary grass, creating a small illusion of flowers springing up around it—a delightful distraction that heightened the charm to an almost irresistible level. Ayla sat the edge of his bed, eyes never leaving the lamb. “It’s all about perspective, Tae.” Her voice was serene, her creation taking her full focus. “Every loss is simply a set-up for a different kind of victory. And sometimes, the real prize isn’t revealed right away. I’ll be sappy and say the prize is us going out and partying.” Ayla looked up grinning, her enthusiasm palpable. She reached out to pat Marshmallow on the head, and with a small pulse of her magic, the lamb winked at Tae.
★・★ @Caticorn | Tae ★・★