Erin's Emporium - TL2

"If anything, it's like the opposite of that. She's actively not magical, I think. I mean, my abilities don't stop working near her, but she's from somewhere other than the Nexus where magic and stuff doesn't exist and there's all these limits on what's possible." Sort of, if her stories about the infinite plane beneath her world and the crazy non-gravity were true, "So maybe it's just that stuff that's impossible to her becomes impossible even though it should be possible to us?" Gah, tongue twister. Lacking any more coherent way of expressing that though, Misha settles for stepping behind Riss and wrapping her arms around the muse's neck, leaning forward so she can rest her chin on the top of Riss' head, just behind her horns.