MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Keeping back until she was sure the other woman both recognized her and cared for the company, Maea's smile widened a little more at the invitation. Approaching, she looked between the fire and the log, the pack that seemed to contain still more fuel, and nodded to herself... she'd had to use existing sources of water before too. Interesting.
"Thank you. I do, at least when I want to try bigger things. I wasn't really expecting anyone to be out here... So far, it's only happened once. Hope I'm not interrupting you?" Setting aside her own bag with emergency supplies, Maea stepped back a little, hands at her hips as she considered the surroundings, the sky empty of snow, the water she could feel churn under her feet beneath the thick ice.
What to do? Well... fine control was always a challenge.
Unlike Weaver, Maea didn't have to draw on the ice and snow around them for water. She summoned it from her hand and let it pour down onto the frozen ground, and used her control over it to shape the liquid. It began to pour upwards, curling around the fire and the log and took on the shape of a structure. Pillars of translucent water, reminiscent of those at the Palace, rose up, flattened at the top and arched up, until a gazebo of sorts had formed, with the fire burning at its center. Maea kept her hands at her waist, trying not to rely on gestures to aid her concentration.
"Have you found any limits to your control over your element?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed a bit, focused mainly on the magic; gradually, the water began to freeze, from the bottom up. Hopefully it would be sturdy enough to actually hold itself up. Then she could start working on more elaborate details.
"Thank you. I do, at least when I want to try bigger things. I wasn't really expecting anyone to be out here... So far, it's only happened once. Hope I'm not interrupting you?" Setting aside her own bag with emergency supplies, Maea stepped back a little, hands at her hips as she considered the surroundings, the sky empty of snow, the water she could feel churn under her feet beneath the thick ice.
What to do? Well... fine control was always a challenge.
Unlike Weaver, Maea didn't have to draw on the ice and snow around them for water. She summoned it from her hand and let it pour down onto the frozen ground, and used her control over it to shape the liquid. It began to pour upwards, curling around the fire and the log and took on the shape of a structure. Pillars of translucent water, reminiscent of those at the Palace, rose up, flattened at the top and arched up, until a gazebo of sorts had formed, with the fire burning at its center. Maea kept her hands at her waist, trying not to rely on gestures to aid her concentration.
"Have you found any limits to your control over your element?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed a bit, focused mainly on the magic; gradually, the water began to freeze, from the bottom up. Hopefully it would be sturdy enough to actually hold itself up. Then she could start working on more elaborate details.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
