MAEA
Scowling at the lack of answer, she opened her mouth to reply when he followed the threat with a rush of water her way. It caught her unawares and she gulped an unfortunate amount of the river water, tasting silt and dirt, rock and decomposing matter before she managed to expell it all from her lungs. Flailing about for a moment to steady herself in the water, she gave him a withering look.
Meanwhile, there was some serious thinking going on within her head. Flashes of conversation passed by, contrasting and clashing with old ideas and assumptions. It was a small war of ideals, of goals and methods, and it all coalesced under Sunjata's simple, straightforward words. Pick your battle. In this case, it was all about magic. Throughout her life it had always been the enemy, the great defiler, the reason she had been outcast and shunned by gods and men alike. But voices had also agreed on several occasions that it could not be removed, and she realized that it was a futile war to wager. Instead... she could make the most of it, make an asset of the powers and utilize it to her advantage.
It should have been an obvious conclusion, but... Maea was quite stubborn sometimes.
Now faced with this grinning idiot of a man, she threw away all her inhibitions, sent them floating down the river and dropped all shields against the magic. Maea could almost feel the river as it coursed around her, and it took no more than a thought to ease the press of the current where she were, to steady herself. Twisting herself around, she pulled the water with her, making it swirl around her waist like a skirt to lift her upwards, higher and higher until she towered over Sunjata, hands on hips and a strange gleam to her eyes; giddy, a little drunk on the sheer scale of the power she found herself to possess.
"You were saying..?" she commented sweetly, and pointed behind him; a huge wave was rushing towards him like a small tsunami, stealing water from far downstream to build up sufficient speed and height. It moved against the current, and threatened to bare down on the attuned at any second, lest he moved away very quickly.
Meanwhile, there was some serious thinking going on within her head. Flashes of conversation passed by, contrasting and clashing with old ideas and assumptions. It was a small war of ideals, of goals and methods, and it all coalesced under Sunjata's simple, straightforward words. Pick your battle. In this case, it was all about magic. Throughout her life it had always been the enemy, the great defiler, the reason she had been outcast and shunned by gods and men alike. But voices had also agreed on several occasions that it could not be removed, and she realized that it was a futile war to wager. Instead... she could make the most of it, make an asset of the powers and utilize it to her advantage.
It should have been an obvious conclusion, but... Maea was quite stubborn sometimes.
Now faced with this grinning idiot of a man, she threw away all her inhibitions, sent them floating down the river and dropped all shields against the magic. Maea could almost feel the river as it coursed around her, and it took no more than a thought to ease the press of the current where she were, to steady herself. Twisting herself around, she pulled the water with her, making it swirl around her waist like a skirt to lift her upwards, higher and higher until she towered over Sunjata, hands on hips and a strange gleam to her eyes; giddy, a little drunk on the sheer scale of the power she found herself to possess.
"You were saying..?" she commented sweetly, and pointed behind him; a huge wave was rushing towards him like a small tsunami, stealing water from far downstream to build up sufficient speed and height. It moved against the current, and threatened to bare down on the attuned at any second, lest he moved away very quickly.
