[it's hard for vi to be truly be offended over tone unless she's looking to be - so it's an afterthought here, but it's still ...coming from powder, from jinx, it has taken some getting used to. she hears her own roughness reflected back on her - the kind of ribbing powder had gotten more than she gave back, and now ...the tables have turned.

and so has the tide, or the temperature of it, anyway. vi does just that, backs up further, giving her sister literal and metaphorical space to process all of this. coldblood powers. silco's ...sudden (or not so sudden? when had it happened?) absence.]

Well, good then. Someone's gotta be the brains here.

[a bit of a jest as she moves out of the water and crosses to meet jinx on the black sand. vi knows she isn't stupid, but she's glad to see her sister catch on fast. in her element (also ha) powder had always been a quicker study - it was just others that had been slow to see it. maybe not vi as much, but mylo ...and even vander to some degree.]

Check out your hair. It changes color when you do that.

[snatching up her bag as she passes it, slipping it back up and on.]

You good to go? Do we need to talk about what happened back there?