Hearth looked around once, letting out a sigh.
“I’m to assume the way you came in isn’t a viable option? Then, I suppose we could use my pillar to try to reach the hole in the ceiling. It isn’t very high up, but you would need to go first. Are you good with heights?” Hearth left her hand in Calum’s, thinking over what they could do. With her previous experience, there was an exit designed for every spell and user, but she wasn’t sure if her’s was still open, or if the others would be okay with the two taking one of the other spell’s routes.
Wander listened calmly to the sounds around him, looking out occasionally. So many new people… the spell hadn’t often been able to be around others in this form aside from users in the past, so for humans to be able to see him and think he was one of them was extraordinary to Wander. He grew extremely concerned when he heard Gem’s yelp of pain, but he was still under the command to take a seat in the back room from before.
The spell looked up when Gem came out with the mug of hot chocolate, nodding. “Thank you! Are you alright, though? I heard you yelp before.” Wander took the mug in two hands, holding it in his lap.
“And, thank you, everything here looks so different from what I’ve seen before! I’ll be sure to ask!” Wander blushed some at the last quip Gem made, smiling back. It was so nice here, Wander had never expected to be treated in such a way by a user.
Shine grinned as she was activated, twirling her skirt again. She seemed to glow a bit, especially when the patches of light hit her skin.
“Here, come on! I’ll get you up on my shoulder, and you should easily be able to reach the edge of the hole!” Shine grinned, reaching down to grab Luck’s hand and pull her up onto the pedestal. The spell was quite strong at the moment, especially for her diminutive size. She grinned, and without Luck being able to really do anything she picked the woman up, having the user stand on the spell’s shoulders.
“Here, can you reach?” Shine was steady under Luck, bringing her as close to the edge as she could.
Blink was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was from exhaustion or anger.
“Don’t,” They snapped. “Don’t even b-bother. It’s just like that stupid fucking song, you know? ‘Use an iron fist, or you will be tread upon?’ It’s not possible a-at all for it to be wrong! I’m j– just a spell, there’s no reason to care about how I might feel. I’m j-just a goddamned tool…” Blink looked away from Karat after their rant, hands clenching into fists.
“So, don’t bother e-even pretending to care. I’m used to it.”
(Jesus that's a lot…)