[center][h3][color=9000f9]Trinity Stratos[/color][/h3][/center]
Trinity had followed the group of the arena, heeding Jamie's warning, herself, and feeling like she needed to rest, anyway. "[color=9000f9]Don't hurt yourself, Damian...[/color]" For the little bit of healing he allowed himself, he was acting very confident. Did he really have that much strength left? She could feel what was left of her own magical power, she really shouldn't try Making anything else until she got some rest. Even using her boots was straining her efforts, she'd gone back to simply walking from gliding along on them. Just holding them together was starting to get tiring. The shining, golden boots dissipate.

Penny fell behind their group, and Trinity dropped back after her. She looked around, like she saw Penny do earlier. The fear that surrounded them... was that bothering her? "[color=9000f9]What's wrong, Penny? These people lookin' at ya funny?[/color]" She didn't find too much humor in the joke, either. "[color=9000f9]... I have an idea. But I'm going to need more magic power to do it. I used a lot, blocking for you guys.[/color]" She took another look around them, briefly. "[color=9000f9]The games were a fine idea, but I think they were too focused on... combat application and competition... for people really to really identify with magic. Don't you think? I can't seem to remember any appreciation for the arts, this week. I'm planning to perform at the ball, this evening, but... do you have any tips on how to regenerate magic quickly? [sub]A full orchestra is demanding...[/sub][/color]"