Her question lifted some of the weariness from his gaze as her met her eyes, and there was a wistful smile on his lips as he nodded slightly. "Once," he said softly. "I had read about the sea but never seen it before. It is... so much vaster than I had imagined. Older and... limitless." He shook his head, knowing the words were inadequate but sharing Melita's awe and excitement over the raw elemental power inherent in the ocean.
Weapons, he suspected, would always be the preferred gift for the fiery summer child. Arms and armaments to bedeck her in steel and sharp edges, ready to rain mayhem down on whoever had the misfortune to get caught in her path when she gave herself over to the dance of war and all its accompanying violence. There was an elegant beauty to such single-minded lethality, and he could admire the path she had chosen for herself even if it was different than his own. "I'll be eager to see what works best for you," he grinned, an idea twisting at the back of his thoughts. He set his water down and pressed his hands together, letting the bronze chimes of his creation magic harmonize with the gold and green of healing and earth as he pulled his palms apart, gathering the abilities he'd utilized once before in Loren's new infirmary to shape a stoneware jar filled with a light green paste that had a mild, clean herb scent to it. He ended with a lid to keep the unguent fresh as he offered it with a wink.
"And this should help those training bruises heal more quickly so you can get back to it faster. Or you can offer it to your sparring partners so they'll be able to withstand more of your blows." A far less beautiful gift than weaponry, and one that would eventually run out, but he hoped that she would find a good use for it in her rough-and-tumble assaults and quest to make herself a stronger and more dangerous predator.
Weapons, he suspected, would always be the preferred gift for the fiery summer child. Arms and armaments to bedeck her in steel and sharp edges, ready to rain mayhem down on whoever had the misfortune to get caught in her path when she gave herself over to the dance of war and all its accompanying violence. There was an elegant beauty to such single-minded lethality, and he could admire the path she had chosen for herself even if it was different than his own. "I'll be eager to see what works best for you," he grinned, an idea twisting at the back of his thoughts. He set his water down and pressed his hands together, letting the bronze chimes of his creation magic harmonize with the gold and green of healing and earth as he pulled his palms apart, gathering the abilities he'd utilized once before in Loren's new infirmary to shape a stoneware jar filled with a light green paste that had a mild, clean herb scent to it. He ended with a lid to keep the unguent fresh as he offered it with a wink.
"And this should help those training bruises heal more quickly so you can get back to it faster. Or you can offer it to your sparring partners so they'll be able to withstand more of your blows." A far less beautiful gift than weaponry, and one that would eventually run out, but he hoped that she would find a good use for it in her rough-and-tumble assaults and quest to make herself a stronger and more dangerous predator.
