MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
It felt good to hear that she was welcome. That her company was not only tolerated, but appreciated. For all that she tried to put up a normal face and keep a good front, Maea realized she was starved for a lot of things. Normal conversations that did not involve flirting or attempts to push her away, for example. Or not having to tiptoe around sensitive emotions, afraid that the slightest word would push someone off a very literal edge.
Weaver felt incredibly stable compared to Maea's usual friends... but perhaps that was just because they hadn't actually spoken much yet.
"Maybe it will come. My magic grew stronger quite suddenly, without any real warning. Almost killed a friend when I couldn't control it... Fortunately, he was able to dodge in time."
Once the foundation had been laid, Maea began to work on the details, which were her main goal. Standing at quite a distance, she chewed her lip, frowning in concentration as she pulled more water from the surge within her, and began to weave a lattice-work of fencing around the pillars. To form elegant walls. Once those too were frozen in place, she made plants and flowers sprout around the building. Delicate stems of grass, creeping rose vines that bloomed frost-white in the cold hair.
It was fun, but rather taxing.
"Hmm... I can only explain it as a feeling? I can almost... hear the water. Feel it in my blood, in my bones. It's like a song just outside the range of my hearing... and when I listen actively to it, it comes closer.
"Controlling it... is a matter of emotions, really. I don't know if the teachers at the Academy would agree, but I think magic is quite intuitive. I don't micromanage every last drop of water. More... imagine what I wish to happen, and push it to become that way."
Taking her gaze off her work, to pause and rest for a bit, Maea smiled at the raven woman. "Sorry, I know it's vague. I try not to use my hands because they're not really necessary. It's all in the mind... and I'd rather be able to do several things at the same time." If she was busy gesturing with her hands, they would be useless to hold a dagger or a bow.
Weaver felt incredibly stable compared to Maea's usual friends... but perhaps that was just because they hadn't actually spoken much yet.
"Maybe it will come. My magic grew stronger quite suddenly, without any real warning. Almost killed a friend when I couldn't control it... Fortunately, he was able to dodge in time."
Once the foundation had been laid, Maea began to work on the details, which were her main goal. Standing at quite a distance, she chewed her lip, frowning in concentration as she pulled more water from the surge within her, and began to weave a lattice-work of fencing around the pillars. To form elegant walls. Once those too were frozen in place, she made plants and flowers sprout around the building. Delicate stems of grass, creeping rose vines that bloomed frost-white in the cold hair.
It was fun, but rather taxing.
"Hmm... I can only explain it as a feeling? I can almost... hear the water. Feel it in my blood, in my bones. It's like a song just outside the range of my hearing... and when I listen actively to it, it comes closer.
"Controlling it... is a matter of emotions, really. I don't know if the teachers at the Academy would agree, but I think magic is quite intuitive. I don't micromanage every last drop of water. More... imagine what I wish to happen, and push it to become that way."
Taking her gaze off her work, to pause and rest for a bit, Maea smiled at the raven woman. "Sorry, I know it's vague. I try not to use my hands because they're not really necessary. It's all in the mind... and I'd rather be able to do several things at the same time." If she was busy gesturing with her hands, they would be useless to hold a dagger or a bow.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
