Weaver listens as Maea talks of the training, glad that they both feel the same way. ”Same,” she says. ”I have heard the stories of her time in the Grounds, but perhaps she has learned something from that time.” Changed might be too much of a stretch, but learned at least. She did seem to care, as much as Weaver was loath to admit it. Their conversation in the Archmage’s office had not been terrible, and perhaps even borderline productive.
”The only thing I’d question about your presence here is why anyone would actually want to come to Halo,” she says with a slight chuckle, knowing that of course it was the school that brought the other mage here. There wasn’t much else to come here for, after all. And though Weaver is curious who is giving Maea crap for coming here, she won’t press.
Weaver listens, interested, as Maea talks about discovering her power. For not the first time, Weaver finds herself infinitely thankful for the family she had been blessed with. ”Around the same age as you, though my mother encouraged it. She was also a fire manipulator, among other things. My older brother manipulated the earth. Our mother disappeared when I was still pretty young though, and I sort of refused to learn much after that. Which was foolish, I suppose, but I guess I’ll make up for lost time now.”
She pauses, thinking about Maea’s second question a bit more though. ”Even here, my family is unusual though. The Gods frown upon us, and as such, so does everyone who follows them. Perhaps with a little less hatred though, because it’s pretty useful to have fire mages in a place that tries to kill you with the cold.”
Weaver takes a breath, sticking out her hand again and trying to feel for the shimmering heat of fire. It’s hard to find, as the wind whips at her cloak and against her face, Leafchange already heralding in the bitter temperatures of Halo. She keeps her mind focused on the task though, and after a moment, a little fire sputters to life in her palm. It doesn’t last long, and she finds herself tired quickly, but it had been there. Her face splits into a grin, her power manifesting in pathetic little bits but...it was something. It was progress.
”The only thing I’d question about your presence here is why anyone would actually want to come to Halo,” she says with a slight chuckle, knowing that of course it was the school that brought the other mage here. There wasn’t much else to come here for, after all. And though Weaver is curious who is giving Maea crap for coming here, she won’t press.
Weaver listens, interested, as Maea talks about discovering her power. For not the first time, Weaver finds herself infinitely thankful for the family she had been blessed with. ”Around the same age as you, though my mother encouraged it. She was also a fire manipulator, among other things. My older brother manipulated the earth. Our mother disappeared when I was still pretty young though, and I sort of refused to learn much after that. Which was foolish, I suppose, but I guess I’ll make up for lost time now.”
She pauses, thinking about Maea’s second question a bit more though. ”Even here, my family is unusual though. The Gods frown upon us, and as such, so does everyone who follows them. Perhaps with a little less hatred though, because it’s pretty useful to have fire mages in a place that tries to kill you with the cold.”
Weaver takes a breath, sticking out her hand again and trying to feel for the shimmering heat of fire. It’s hard to find, as the wind whips at her cloak and against her face, Leafchange already heralding in the bitter temperatures of Halo. She keeps her mind focused on the task though, and after a moment, a little fire sputters to life in her palm. It doesn’t last long, and she finds herself tired quickly, but it had been there. Her face splits into a grin, her power manifesting in pathetic little bits but...it was something. It was progress.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
