The white sheep of the family
Alright, well, this clearly wasn’t working. Loren stopped trying to remove the ice from her. Instead, he took the water he’d gathered and formed it into a sphere around her, adding to it with a bit of his own magic. Creating water was strangely more difficult than it had been for him in the past, but he ignored that in lieu of focusing solely on Maea, though she was now hidden from view. ”You’re not going to hurt me. And even if you do, I’ll heal.” The words came out gently.
Leaning forward, maintaining the hold on the water he kept speaking in that calm and even tone. ”Focus on your breathing. In and out. On my voice. On your surroundings. Let the ground anchor your, steady you.” He paused for a brief moment. "You can do this, Maea. Control your magic. Don't let it control you." His encouragement and faith were both shining through. However, any ice that tried to pierce his sphere would find itself transmuted to water.
Leaning forward, maintaining the hold on the water he kept speaking in that calm and even tone. ”Focus on your breathing. In and out. On my voice. On your surroundings. Let the ground anchor your, steady you.” He paused for a brief moment. "You can do this, Maea. Control your magic. Don't let it control you." His encouragement and faith were both shining through. However, any ice that tried to pierce his sphere would find itself transmuted to water.
Will blood tell
