I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“That is how most of us start,” another rumble, to accommodate the feelings of ineptitude. Even he, who’d known power since he was very young, had been flung into Outlander distinctions and weakened at the beginning of the Caido expansions. The piercing slate of his gaze landed on her illusionary tactics, watching as the mouse appeared, and then disappeared. The potential of it remained and existed though, for the Sword had seen potency in each incantations, especially in trickery and chicanery (though he wouldn’t give Neron the credit for such spectacles; not with his range of bitterness and spite).
Finishing on the paneling, and returning to his full height to inspect it carefully, he didn’t dismiss her efforts. “Time, effort, and practice ensure the growth of your magic.” His gaze finally wound back to her, for half a moment, before maneuvering towards the hinges, maybe a dare or provocation in the depth of his stare. “But only if you are willing.” How many scores of others had simply given up in the wake of their enchantments?
Finishing on the paneling, and returning to his full height to inspect it carefully, he didn’t dismiss her efforts. “Time, effort, and practice ensure the growth of your magic.” His gaze finally wound back to her, for half a moment, before maneuvering towards the hinges, maybe a dare or provocation in the depth of his stare. “But only if you are willing.” How many scores of others had simply given up in the wake of their enchantments?
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