Alys Glasse
Alys followed Deimos's gaze to the soldiers scattered around the area, watching them for a moment as they trained in their own ways. "Do many of your soldiers have magic?" she asked curiously. How many times had he assisted others just as he had her? It was clear from their training that this was not his first time acting as a mentor or a guide. It wasn't really a surprise: he may have been stoic and measured in his countenance, but he was also patient and kind, at least in Alys's view.
Now that she knew what to do, she could and would continue to train on her own. But was there more to her training than simply to stretch her magic? Would she be able to hone her skills with illusions, maintain them longer, make them stronger, without also strengthening her body as well? "Should I be trying to get stronger physically, too? Will that help my magic?"
Now that she knew what to do, she could and would continue to train on her own. But was there more to her training than simply to stretch her magic? Would she be able to hone her skills with illusions, maintain them longer, make them stronger, without also strengthening her body as well? "Should I be trying to get stronger physically, too? Will that help my magic?"
