Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
What is stopping you?
It seemed perfectly obvious to Alys, but then, she supposed it was unfair to expect a stranger to figure out the inner machinations of her mind. She'd never been particularly gifted with her magic; perhaps that was why she found such comfort in divination and the occult. Her cards had never let her down. Her magic, on the other hand...
"I'm not very good at magic," said Alys bluntly. She paused, concentrating, and called an illusion of a mouse into the snow by the gate. It was a patchy illusion that flickered in and out every so often. Alys frowned at it, and it petered out. "That's the best I can do," said Alys. "It's not very useful, except maybe for party tricks." And Alys wasn't exactly one for parties.
It seemed perfectly obvious to Alys, but then, she supposed it was unfair to expect a stranger to figure out the inner machinations of her mind. She'd never been particularly gifted with her magic; perhaps that was why she found such comfort in divination and the occult. Her cards had never let her down. Her magic, on the other hand...
"I'm not very good at magic," said Alys bluntly. She paused, concentrating, and called an illusion of a mouse into the snow by the gate. It was a patchy illusion that flickered in and out every so often. Alys frowned at it, and it petered out. "That's the best I can do," said Alys. "It's not very useful, except maybe for party tricks." And Alys wasn't exactly one for parties.
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
