[Aly grunts when Nita addresses her. As much as she hates to admit it, the shield looks calming. Normally a light that color might put her back up, but it's not the same as the fairy lights, the will-o-wisps she'd followed into the forest to her own certain doom. Those were cold and harsh, if you knew what you were looking at; a blue that burned. This looks...nice.]
this is just gonna be a monthly thing for me huh
That your kind of magic?