Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
She cocked her head aside and shrugged, the half smile deepening. "Fine. The only good fight is the one you win by overwhelming curb stomp." It sounded like a challenge, and she raised a brow to see if he wanted to counter.
Nodding, she tried to compare it to magical skills she knew of. The closest was actually the middling stages of her own water manipulation, where the water had to be pulled from a source. The comparison was rather pleasing, actually. She thought she understood.
"If it has anything to do with asking the Voice to restore it for me," she grumbled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again - gods, he was stubborn - "then the answer will probably be no. And not from my part. Last time I had that chat with her, she was about as enthusiastic about magic as the Old Gods. If I recall correctly, she said that the spark... interferes with what she tries to do. At least when it comes to ascending someone." It had been mildly disappointing at the time, if only because it was another rejection of her based on something she couldn't do anything about.
Tilting her head aside to look at her brother, she squeezed his hand back and offered an apologetic smile. "Was that about right, what you were going to suggest?" If so, this was becoming a very familiar pattern.
Nodding, she tried to compare it to magical skills she knew of. The closest was actually the middling stages of her own water manipulation, where the water had to be pulled from a source. The comparison was rather pleasing, actually. She thought she understood.
"If it has anything to do with asking the Voice to restore it for me," she grumbled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again - gods, he was stubborn - "then the answer will probably be no. And not from my part. Last time I had that chat with her, she was about as enthusiastic about magic as the Old Gods. If I recall correctly, she said that the spark... interferes with what she tries to do. At least when it comes to ascending someone." It had been mildly disappointing at the time, if only because it was another rejection of her based on something she couldn't do anything about.
Tilting her head aside to look at her brother, she squeezed his hand back and offered an apologetic smile. "Was that about right, what you were going to suggest?" If so, this was becoming a very familiar pattern.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
