remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Contorting the pebbles and stones away from their draconic formation, and now into luxere, complete with glowing antlers, he watched as her determination and spirit renewed. Galvanized and goaded enough, the mouse hastened into more than fragments and distortions, whole and almost tangible as it huddled, and from his vantage point, he could count out the seconds. Eventually, the minute mark came and went, and so his grin softened to less mischief, and more distinction. “Good. You can stop.” With the permission granted, he ceased the unrelenting torrent of his own incantations, reeling them back below the surface; the stones stilled, then fell back to the earth. “Give yourself a break.” He knew the moments of fatigue well – even if it’d been years since he felt the warning signs, the instinctual urge of limitations, the dangerous threshold of reliance and then overwhelming tangents. Pausing momentarily, the grin threatened to return with its impish air. “Then you can try again.”
Glancing downward, and permitting her space to take her rest without him looming nearby, his eyes wandered along the rest of his constituents, brandishing their own skirmishes. “When you first start, it will be difficult to not tire. The limitation will be a burden.” His shoulders shrugged. “But it will pass.”
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