The white sheep of the family
As Maea grew agitated, Loren frowned slightly. Apparently her thoughts were more unsettled than he thought. The frown deepened as ice began creeping over her body and the room and the temperature dropped.
Tapping into his own magic, he did what he could to negate it. Ice turned to water and lifted from her skin to gather into a little sphere floating in front of him. ”Focus on the sound of my voice. Just breathe. In. And out. In. And out.” He repeated that in as calming a tone as he could manage for a few seconds longer, eyes trained on her.
Regardless of if it helped, he decided to switch tactics. "As you breathe, I want you to focus on the points of contact with your body and the world around you. Feel where your legs press against the floor, where your back touches the chair. Let that ground you."
Tapping into his own magic, he did what he could to negate it. Ice turned to water and lifted from her skin to gather into a little sphere floating in front of him. ”Focus on the sound of my voice. Just breathe. In. And out. In. And out.” He repeated that in as calming a tone as he could manage for a few seconds longer, eyes trained on her.
Regardless of if it helped, he decided to switch tactics. "As you breathe, I want you to focus on the points of contact with your body and the world around you. Feel where your legs press against the floor, where your back touches the chair. Let that ground you."
Will blood tell
