Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
Alys was an impatient person, except for when it came to reading her cards. It was not uncommon to find her poring over a book of meanings, or scribbling notes furiously in her journal, carefully working through each possible meaning of a card and its position. She stuck her hands in the pockets sewn into her dress, fingering the packet of cards fondly. She'd put a great deal of work into her divination, and she liked to think that she'd grown quite good at it. Perhaps the stranger was right, and she simply needed to put in the effort with her magic.
But the question remained: what was illusion magic good for?
The stranger would use it to fool his opponents, but Alys couldn't think of a single person she would consider an enemy. Of course, she'd be hard put to identify any friends, either, but that was neither here nor there. "I don't... know," she said thoughtfully, feeling rather young and stupid. A moment passed as she watched him pull the gate from its hinges, working to silence its rather grating shriek. All she really did was See things for people. Maybe her magic could help her with that. "I could use it to show people things," she mused aloud. "Things they haven't seen before."
But the question remained: what was illusion magic good for?
The stranger would use it to fool his opponents, but Alys couldn't think of a single person she would consider an enemy. Of course, she'd be hard put to identify any friends, either, but that was neither here nor there. "I don't... know," she said thoughtfully, feeling rather young and stupid. A moment passed as she watched him pull the gate from its hinges, working to silence its rather grating shriek. All she really did was See things for people. Maybe her magic could help her with that. "I could use it to show people things," she mused aloud. "Things they haven't seen before."
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
