Behind her eyes, there was so much more to her, as soon as she gave in enough to let it out. The Penelope that Vol had first meant ought not to have been capable of this. That Penelope had tended towards childish speech, as if she hadn't been spoken to as an adult in the longest time.
Even without her magic, the girl had changed, ever so slightly during her time with the raiders. In her efforts to be more useful, she'd reached for parts of herself that had gone long forgotten during her time spent locked away as a slave.
"A hammer, Penelope," Vol prodded her, knowing full well how cruel it was to do so. Her hands were shaking as she tried to bear that deep purple form of compressed fire. Her eyes flashed an even deeper purple at Vol's urging, and if not for the difficulty that she was having in controlling her magic, she likely would have snapped back at him.
