Alys Glasse
Alys was not one for hard work, as her display on the climbing wall had shown. It wasn't out of a lack of wilingness, precisely, but rather a lack of knowledge and need. She'd never had a reason to build her endurance and strength - magical or otherwise - and it was strange to find that she wanted to now. But want to, she did, and so she swallowed her injured pride and stayed to listen to Deimos.
When he asked her to demonstrate how long she could use her magic, she gulped, a light blush mantling her cheeks. It wasn't very long, and she knew that showing him would only serve to make her more embarrassed. Still, he had offered to help, and he didn't seem the sort to play tricks on her. He wouldn't ask her to do something unless it was going to help - right?
So she focused her intention, called upon her magic, and summoned a mouse. It was clearly an illusion, patchy and flickering, but it was there all the same. She'd even managed to get it to look and move fairly accurately, and so it skittered from here to there along the top of the wall, as though looking for crumbs of food. It was one of the few illusions she could do well; that and a cardinal, and sometimes a butterfly, although she couldn't quite get the butterfly's movement right.
Her mouse never went far - after all, Deimos had asked for longevity, not distance - and, after just a few minutes, petered out.
When he asked her to demonstrate how long she could use her magic, she gulped, a light blush mantling her cheeks. It wasn't very long, and she knew that showing him would only serve to make her more embarrassed. Still, he had offered to help, and he didn't seem the sort to play tricks on her. He wouldn't ask her to do something unless it was going to help - right?
So she focused her intention, called upon her magic, and summoned a mouse. It was clearly an illusion, patchy and flickering, but it was there all the same. She'd even managed to get it to look and move fairly accurately, and so it skittered from here to there along the top of the wall, as though looking for crumbs of food. It was one of the few illusions she could do well; that and a cardinal, and sometimes a butterfly, although she couldn't quite get the butterfly's movement right.
Her mouse never went far - after all, Deimos had asked for longevity, not distance - and, after just a few minutes, petered out.
