Even a patron can't resist watching and sensing as closely as she can. The magic is foreign and familiar at once. She knows what she would do, and it would not look wholly different from Felix's actions. If anything the spectral wolf is the most unusual thing here. She wonders if Felix is always this careful in everything he does. Was he always this careful in the past?

All thoughts that leave her head when he returns to his starting point. They are replaced with a deeper curiosity, a trembling anticipation and a burning need to act, to do. The air heats up almost instantly and Isidor's eyes sting with the sudden change in temperature, but when she blinks the discomfort away she stares. Magdra Sakris, Felix says. She's beautiful.

Isidor inclines her head politely at the introduction and waits until Felix has retreated. It gives her time to make sense of the new feelings pressing against her senses. Once she does, she relaxes. Those are questions she can answer. She knows exactly who she is, and exactly what she wants.

"I am a dancer. And I am a fire mage. I intend to dance, and to light this bonfire." She tilts her head, fixing her gaze on where eyes should be, but feels as though she's staring into the elemental's soul. "Will you join me, Magdra Sakris?"