Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26242422-20150409042211/@comment-25686329-20150416034100

Connie spotted the debacle, and, still dancing slightly, levitated the cup and patched it with magic, swirling her casting ring as she did.

She chased down Felice and tossed the cup back to her, a few feet.

"Think this's yours." she said. "Keep your Author-Grimmned stuff together. Holy Spell." it never ever occured to Connie that not all people shared her appreciation of... colorful language, but so far, no one had told her off yet.