"I don't have a favorite spell, per se, since I'm not technically a spell-caster. Think of me more like an engineer--Um, assuming you don't know what an engine is, let me think... I create and fix magic. I tinker. I work behind the scenes of magic. A gadgeteer of magic. There. That's probably a better analogy."
She helped herself to a giant-sized slice of cake. Pumpkin pie slapped down on top of that before she scooted over another inch and heaped some ice cream on top of the pie while eyeing the gelatin.
"I guess it just depends on the situation. Feathery Fall becomes my favorite if I'm falling. Healing magic helps after the inevitable explosion." she paused for a moment, reflecting. "I like to shrink bandits whenever I come across them. There's not a lot they can do when they're so tiny. Of course, then I have to take care not to step on them. Mr. Squiggles likes to chases them around when they're the size of tin soldiers and I have to put a spell of Holding on him so he doesn't start chewing on them." She leaned in, as if she was imparting some great confidence. "He thinks they're toys. It's not his fault."
Having heaped a tower of wobbly deserts onto her plate, she went skipping and humming over to sit down at a table, near the blond human male and the red haired female of unknown race.
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