Alys Glasse
If she could look past the anxiety produced by Deimos's flames, Alys had to admit that it was beautiful to watch. Nine-tailed foxes pranced around her, accompanied by unicorns of fire. She was almost as distracted by watching the firestorm dancing around her as she was by the fear that it would consume her. But she managed to persevere, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead as she forced herself to concentrate, and soon enough, she received the signal from Deimos to let her bird evaporate.
The flames disappeared alongside her cardinal, and Alys watched Deimos, panting. She half expected him to ask her to do it again - repetition, after all, would be key in learning to strengthen her magic, just as it had been in strengthening her intuition and Sight. To her surprise - and relief - he merely offered praise and instructions to continue practicing. Unsure what to say or do, now that her training appeared to be over (for now), Alys crossed her arms over her chest. "Thank you," she said, and it wasn't as gruff as she'd started the day. She really was grateful, after all.
Maybe she would be able to make something of her magic, after all.
The flames disappeared alongside her cardinal, and Alys watched Deimos, panting. She half expected him to ask her to do it again - repetition, after all, would be key in learning to strengthen her magic, just as it had been in strengthening her intuition and Sight. To her surprise - and relief - he merely offered praise and instructions to continue practicing. Unsure what to say or do, now that her training appeared to be over (for now), Alys crossed her arms over her chest. "Thank you," she said, and it wasn't as gruff as she'd started the day. She really was grateful, after all.
Maybe she would be able to make something of her magic, after all.
