You're so cold
but you feel alive
She considered the question. Rubbing a hand over the tense muscles, she tried to ease them into some semblance of suppleness again - the conversation seemed to be settling into something akin to peace, even though she felt the many words still hover in the air between them. Too many things unresolved for true comfort.
"Perhaps. I do suspect it has something to do with the magic that was used during the Cataclysm, though I don't know any details on how or why. Perhaps the barrier caused it...
"But if anyone would know how to restore the balance, it would be the gods. Or at least they might be able to point us in the right direction to find out for ourselves." She thought the latter far more likely a course.
Trying not to take his occasional praise and approving nod too much to heart as she improved her aim, Maea kept her break short. No one could ever accuse her of being a slouch, and the day was only just begun; too early to be tired, with far too much left to do to laze about. Soon she was shooting again, fighting the bow as it seemed to grow increasingly heavy for every time she pulled it. As her fatigue rose, the accuracy of her aim faltered again. Sweat was starting to bead on her temples along with the rise of the sun as the day grew hotter; she saw Sunjata quirk a brow at her and nodded, confirming his guess.
"I'm... worried what she's up to", she told him. "Of course I want to get better at the magic, so there's that, but... considering everything that's happened here, I don't like the idea of her schooling so many abandoned. For what end? She requires us to stay in Halo during the training... is she trying to build a militia of magic users?"
"Perhaps. I do suspect it has something to do with the magic that was used during the Cataclysm, though I don't know any details on how or why. Perhaps the barrier caused it...
"But if anyone would know how to restore the balance, it would be the gods. Or at least they might be able to point us in the right direction to find out for ourselves." She thought the latter far more likely a course.
Trying not to take his occasional praise and approving nod too much to heart as she improved her aim, Maea kept her break short. No one could ever accuse her of being a slouch, and the day was only just begun; too early to be tired, with far too much left to do to laze about. Soon she was shooting again, fighting the bow as it seemed to grow increasingly heavy for every time she pulled it. As her fatigue rose, the accuracy of her aim faltered again. Sweat was starting to bead on her temples along with the rise of the sun as the day grew hotter; she saw Sunjata quirk a brow at her and nodded, confirming his guess.
"I'm... worried what she's up to", she told him. "Of course I want to get better at the magic, so there's that, but... considering everything that's happened here, I don't like the idea of her schooling so many abandoned. For what end? She requires us to stay in Halo during the training... is she trying to build a militia of magic users?"
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
