It's not hard to tell that Emily is used to smiling at other people's excitement over things she isn't personally passionate about. Her brow rises and she smiles, nodding in approval even though the impressive display doesn't personally appeal to her. Then again, she may or may not be distracted by the floating hands.
Hephaestia, on the other hand, watches with the same sharp eyed, intense stare that Isidor inherited from the Durants. Those eyes light up considerably when Harrowheart splits his blade and a small gasp slips past her lips. Her hands rise and then she claps them together. "Yes! Ah! Yes! That is perfect! Well, almost perfect... The multi-tasking is excellent. And the integrity of the blade remains in both forms? Yes, yes!"
She flexes her hands again, then looks at Harrowheart, a little pained. "Are you sure I can't touch them? Not even with gloves?"
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Date: 2017-06-20 08:40 pm (UTC)Hephaestia, on the other hand, watches with the same sharp eyed, intense stare that Isidor inherited from the Durants. Those eyes light up considerably when Harrowheart splits his blade and a small gasp slips past her lips. Her hands rise and then she claps them together. "Yes! Ah! Yes! That is perfect! Well, almost perfect... The multi-tasking is excellent. And the integrity of the blade remains in both forms? Yes, yes!"
She flexes her hands again, then looks at Harrowheart, a little pained. "Are you sure I can't touch them? Not even with gloves?"