His arms remained still at his sides as fine strokes of saidin sluiced the mud off of his face. Bands of iron-willed determination kept his temper in check, though it was more annoyance than anything else. Mud. When was the last time he had encountered mud? The Children avoided it with single minded intensity; all that snowy whiteness could not be mared. His brow arched as he met Tia's wide green eyes, his gaze lingering on the dress she wore. Much like all that pristine banded white.
Zeen looked down at himself. Well. This could not be allowed to stand. He plucked at his splattered shirt for a moment as Earth and Air came together. A rounded weave cupped up some of the mud, flows of Power shaping and rolling the liquid into a perfectly round orb. He bounced it up and down in his palm, miming the motions that one would use with a ball.
"You may not have done it intentionally," the Amadician said good naturedly, trying not to grin but failing utterly. " I assure you though, this completely is."
Guided partially by saidin, it almost felt like cheating as he threw the mudball at the Accepted. It flew unerringly true, and struck against her chest with the most satisfying splat of sound. He scooped up more mud and soon a second ball of it was bouncing above his palm. "You should probably think about defending yourself." He launched the second mudball at her as he spoke, his sudden laughter ringing out around them as a second stain appeared at Tia's hip.
Zeen looked down at himself. Well. This could not be allowed to stand. He plucked at his splattered shirt for a moment as Earth and Air came together. A rounded weave cupped up some of the mud, flows of Power shaping and rolling the liquid into a perfectly round orb. He bounced it up and down in his palm, miming the motions that one would use with a ball.
"You may not have done it intentionally," the Amadician said good naturedly, trying not to grin but failing utterly. " I assure you though, this completely is."
Guided partially by saidin, it almost felt like cheating as he threw the mudball at the Accepted. It flew unerringly true, and struck against her chest with the most satisfying splat of sound. He scooped up more mud and soon a second ball of it was bouncing above his palm. "You should probably think about defending yourself." He launched the second mudball at her as he spoke, his sudden laughter ringing out around them as a second stain appeared at Tia's hip.