You watch with interest. Lightning was a fabulous resource compared to fire, and yet it always seemed so underutilized. Distantly you wonder if your upcoming repertoire of skills will include lightning. You think perhaps it might suit Kai better, what with sparking life into inanimate things and such.
"Are you making an argument based on mass activity or an observation?" You reply, your quill halting across the page as you fix a solemn blue stare on the dark-haired mage. "I am not using it. Though it is no illusion, the growth is quite real." To demonstrate you raise one of your arms where bits of moss and such have grown. Giving it a shake, the shrubs fall to clump on the cobblestones.
"Are you making an argument based on mass activity or an observation?" You reply, your quill halting across the page as you fix a solemn blue stare on the dark-haired mage. "I am not using it. Though it is no illusion, the growth is quite real." To demonstrate you raise one of your arms where bits of moss and such have grown. Giving it a shake, the shrubs fall to clump on the cobblestones.
sometimes i'm terrified of my heart; of its constant
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
