”It is an unlikely place to run into others,” she says, amused. ”Gods, I live here and I don’t even come here that often. But definitely not interrupting. I wouldn’t mind some company that understands magic.” Also some company that wasn’t going to throw an ursur at her and pretend that was totally reasonable.
Weaver watches are Maea summons water from her hand, remembering how Deimos had done the same with fire. That was the piece she was still trying to get down, but she hadn’t been able to actually conjure flames on her own. It wasn’t the most problematic for her, being from Halo and all. She’d been carrying tinder with her and learning to light fires since the time she could crawl (sort of, anyway), and she could light a spark while running into battle and use it.
Still, it would be nice to avoid having to sheath her scythe just to start a fire. She can’t help but imagine herself, scythe in hand, flames around her, charging into the fight. It was an attainable goal, to become a reaper with both blade and flame. Before her, a miniature Palace forms of water, slowly taking shape and solidifying. Maea works without her hands, another thing Weaver has not yet figured out how to do.
”I can’t create fire. Not yet, anyway, though I’ve been getting closer,” she says, moving her fingers to grab at the fire in the lantern. The fire expands, floating through the air, and she shapes it into a ball that hovers above the Palace. A burning, Longheat sun, kept far enough away to avoid melting the ice that Maea is working to make. She can’t quite imagine actually crafting as Maea does, but then again, fire is not really designed for creating sculptures. Though she was learning to shape it into more things, other than swirls and balls. ”How do you do that, without your hands?” she asks, curious how she learned to focus her magic without the aid.
Weaver watches are Maea summons water from her hand, remembering how Deimos had done the same with fire. That was the piece she was still trying to get down, but she hadn’t been able to actually conjure flames on her own. It wasn’t the most problematic for her, being from Halo and all. She’d been carrying tinder with her and learning to light fires since the time she could crawl (sort of, anyway), and she could light a spark while running into battle and use it.
Still, it would be nice to avoid having to sheath her scythe just to start a fire. She can’t help but imagine herself, scythe in hand, flames around her, charging into the fight. It was an attainable goal, to become a reaper with both blade and flame. Before her, a miniature Palace forms of water, slowly taking shape and solidifying. Maea works without her hands, another thing Weaver has not yet figured out how to do.
”I can’t create fire. Not yet, anyway, though I’ve been getting closer,” she says, moving her fingers to grab at the fire in the lantern. The fire expands, floating through the air, and she shapes it into a ball that hovers above the Palace. A burning, Longheat sun, kept far enough away to avoid melting the ice that Maea is working to make. She can’t quite imagine actually crafting as Maea does, but then again, fire is not really designed for creating sculptures. Though she was learning to shape it into more things, other than swirls and balls. ”How do you do that, without your hands?” she asks, curious how she learned to focus her magic without the aid.
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