Myla sat with almost an amused, yet mockingly bored face as the fighting broke out around the table. Watching the barbaric ways of the red heads around them, her gift deflecting random objects or food here and there, gaze sliding from one to the next. Ranking them in her head. Until her gaze met Elena Eldouir. It was only when the two held one another’s stare long enough that her blood turned and her smile grew impish. Perhaps a touch inspired by @alistair but wanting a bigger impact.

There would be no warning. There wouldn’t be a movement from Myla that would give away her next move, nor a sound. Not as her power surged out suddenly and like an explosion from around her, she rocked everyone’s world around her who wouldn’t be prepared or couldn’t throw a shield fast enough. The red pulse pushing bodies and food and plates and tables and chairs from the center of the room where they had been to pinned to the walls for a moment. Knives and forks slamming into the walls dangerously close, some possibly even feeling a knick here or there. Nothing too problematic. Everything would be rearranged in the room in the blink of an eye, except for Myla.

Sitting perfectly in her chair, a full glass of wine being brought to her lips as she drank. Her hazel eyes shimmering with mischief and landing on the main Eldouir’s in the room. “Do we leave tomorrow?” She grinned, madly, truly, towards Hiram Eldouir.