He hadn't meant to brag, but the truth was that he had once wielded an amount of power rare even on his world, strength of magic gained through necessity and desperation and pain. Not because he wanted it, but because without it he wouldn't have survived. He inclined his head in acceptance of the compliment, curious as to what was common on Helovia. A more limited scope, but the chance to perfect each school, it sounded like. And, if it was like here, each way held far fewer limitations in how it was wielded.
The bard nodded understanding of early magics, having been born an Oracle with no choice in the matter. Both his curse and his blessings had been no fault or benefit of his own but merely a circumstance of his lineage. That Deimos could not control it, though, earned a raised brow and a brief pulse of concern through the Attuned bond - quickly silenced, for it clearly wasn't the case now.
And he rather thought the General better off for it, no longer at his magic's mercy and able to accept touch and affection from others without worrying about hurting them.
The fire Jigano had known came from the Reaper's father, the tidbit gained during LongNight, but he hadn't realized it had been Deimos's as well, passed from sire to son. As he pushed the first target back into the earth in its former position he offered a caveat to his own tale. "Magic was far more common on my world than here," he explained, or tried to. "But also... more limited. Each spell known did but one task, and most couldn't be turned to other things. An earthquake, a chasm, a pillar of earth, a flower grown from a seed... All part of my earth magic here, but those would be four different spells on my world, and a mind could only hold so many spells." At least for spontaneous casters like himself, who knew far fewer spells but knew them well.
He slanted a glance across to the General at his faith in the star-eyed goddess, but he found himself grinning at the snort. "It's a better option than the alternative," he agreed, also not missing the 'plunge to his death' side of the equation.
The bard nodded understanding of early magics, having been born an Oracle with no choice in the matter. Both his curse and his blessings had been no fault or benefit of his own but merely a circumstance of his lineage. That Deimos could not control it, though, earned a raised brow and a brief pulse of concern through the Attuned bond - quickly silenced, for it clearly wasn't the case now.
And he rather thought the General better off for it, no longer at his magic's mercy and able to accept touch and affection from others without worrying about hurting them.
The fire Jigano had known came from the Reaper's father, the tidbit gained during LongNight, but he hadn't realized it had been Deimos's as well, passed from sire to son. As he pushed the first target back into the earth in its former position he offered a caveat to his own tale. "Magic was far more common on my world than here," he explained, or tried to. "But also... more limited. Each spell known did but one task, and most couldn't be turned to other things. An earthquake, a chasm, a pillar of earth, a flower grown from a seed... All part of my earth magic here, but those would be four different spells on my world, and a mind could only hold so many spells." At least for spontaneous casters like himself, who knew far fewer spells but knew them well.
He slanted a glance across to the General at his faith in the star-eyed goddess, but he found himself grinning at the snort. "It's a better option than the alternative," he agreed, also not missing the 'plunge to his death' side of the equation.
