MAEA
Sparks flew off the steel with a subtle clack. Ready to catch it with her magic, a flame suddenly whooshed into being, hovering in mid air. Maea stared at it, surprised at how easy it felt. Splitting the orb into two was no harder; excitement bubbled up within and a bright expression washed over her face as she filled the air with a swarm of fiery butterflies. They spiralled up towards the blue sky, winking out only as they went beyond the edge of her reach.
A threshold had been passed, without her noticing. Her skill with the flame was growing - she was growing stronger. Or rather, regaining the strength she had once possessed! It felt... amazing.
Keeping a single orb bobbing beneath the fish to roast it, the Ancient laughed at the imagery Tal painted for her. "I wish, and maybe it can happen sometime. Mostly I fear it's more like herding cats, and convincing stubborn people that they really can get along. And meetings." But the eyeroll was only half sincere. Maea looked forward to a chance to make a difference, even if that only meant picking up the slack on her revered Theocrat.
Testing a nibble of the fish, she found it much better with toasted skin. "Mmhm! I did," she replied between bites. "Armour. One that'll be a dress most of the time. So I'll look more the part of a council member, than now." She waved a fraying sleeve. While there technically wasn't anything wrong with her clothes, they showed definite signs of daily wear and frequent mending. Her wide-legged trousers were patched, the shirt worn thin at the shoulders, the coat so stained that it was impossible to discern which shade of black was the original. And she still hadn't changed boots, though her bare feet seemed quite content to dry in the pale sunlight.
"I've picked out a dress, and done what I need with that. Now I just need to find someone else who has armor and do some sparring." She sighed; so far she'd had little success on that front.
A threshold had been passed, without her noticing. Her skill with the flame was growing - she was growing stronger. Or rather, regaining the strength she had once possessed! It felt... amazing.
Keeping a single orb bobbing beneath the fish to roast it, the Ancient laughed at the imagery Tal painted for her. "I wish, and maybe it can happen sometime. Mostly I fear it's more like herding cats, and convincing stubborn people that they really can get along. And meetings." But the eyeroll was only half sincere. Maea looked forward to a chance to make a difference, even if that only meant picking up the slack on her revered Theocrat.
Testing a nibble of the fish, she found it much better with toasted skin. "Mmhm! I did," she replied between bites. "Armour. One that'll be a dress most of the time. So I'll look more the part of a council member, than now." She waved a fraying sleeve. While there technically wasn't anything wrong with her clothes, they showed definite signs of daily wear and frequent mending. Her wide-legged trousers were patched, the shirt worn thin at the shoulders, the coat so stained that it was impossible to discern which shade of black was the original. And she still hadn't changed boots, though her bare feet seemed quite content to dry in the pale sunlight.
"I've picked out a dress, and done what I need with that. Now I just need to find someone else who has armor and do some sparring." She sighed; so far she'd had little success on that front.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
