Well didn't that just give her an idea? And the chaos of the pie fight....
Everyone in the Kingdom had thought that Mal's spell book was her focus item. She wanted them to think that. So she rarely let anyone see her do magic without it. But her focus? A ring hidden by her fingerless gloves. It was the pointing that did it, in essence, not the spell book.
But with the noise of the pie contest covering the sound of her voice, his eyes locked on her eyes so she should be able to gesture without him noticing if she kept her hand lower than her belt and kept the gesture subtle. Her eyes were already green, so that wouldn't give her away. The trick was minimizing lip movements since that could be in caught in his peripheral vision. She'd have to keep the spell short and do her best to make it look like she was... ah!
Another finger full of pie as she glared to make it look like she was chewing as her other hand made the gestures, using the finger still in her mouth to further distort the motions to prevent lip reading...
"Whatever he tastes within the hour Take the sweet and turn it sour."
She smirked as the green trail followed her finger. She would have rather spelled the pies than him directly, but she couldn't risk more than a simple couplet. Not her best work, but she was looking forward to the results. Especially if she could goad him into eating more and more, thinking they were both eating fetid pie.
Because Mal was from the Isle, and the spell followed intent. So to her, sour wasn't a sour flavor like lemons, it was sour like spoiled. A pie eating contest where he was eating trash and she had pure sugar? Bring it on.
Lemme know if this needs to be edited, but was too funny to resist.
Everyone in the Kingdom had thought that Mal's spell book was her focus item. She wanted them to think that. So she rarely let anyone see her do magic without it. But her focus? A ring hidden by her fingerless gloves. It was the pointing that did it, in essence, not the spell book.
But with the noise of the pie contest covering the sound of her voice, his eyes locked on her eyes so she should be able to gesture without him noticing if she kept her hand lower than her belt and kept the gesture subtle. Her eyes were already green, so that wouldn't give her away. The trick was minimizing lip movements since that could be in caught in his peripheral vision. She'd have to keep the spell short and do her best to make it look like she was... ah!
Another finger full of pie as she glared to make it look like she was chewing as her other hand made the gestures, using the finger still in her mouth to further distort the motions to prevent lip reading...
"Whatever he tastes within the hour
Take the sweet and turn it sour."
She smirked as the green trail followed her finger. She would have rather spelled the pies than him directly, but she couldn't risk more than a simple couplet. Not her best work, but she was looking forward to the results. Especially if she could goad him into eating more and more, thinking they were both eating fetid pie.
Because Mal was from the Isle, and the spell followed intent. So to her, sour wasn't a sour flavor like lemons, it was sour like spoiled. A pie eating contest where he was eating trash and she had pure sugar? Bring it on.