Amora glanced over at Malari, arching a brow. What was with her today? She was asking to be beaten. "Let's try magic." Amora said after a moment of contemplation. Continuing to lean over the two, she thought she noticed Malari glaring at her for getting so close to Tevhar, but Amora was too busy staring at his horns out of sheer boredom. They were swirled, like one would picture a unicorn horn to look like, but the same if not darker color as his skin. It was fascinating.