Gray eyes still looked out among the flowers and the bushes where only a moment before there had been the overlayed, specter like image of a small gaggle of elves walking directly through the bushes and the small trees that called this greenhouse home. It was disconcerting how often that happened anymore, the memories that this place held no longer matched up with the physical reality the surrounded them. Pathways that stretched beneath their feet long reclaimed by the earth, only to be claimed anew in recent years.
It was no secret that Faelyn held and studied a fair number of magic fields, but none had proved so very useful to him as the innate seer's magic that flooded his veins.
There is nothing wrong, little wisp. Just old memories playing out before old eyes that have no real consideration for if I want to see them or not. Such is the way of things.It was easy for him to dismiss his out of control magics as something common place. The more that he made peace with these things, the more easily they would come to terms with it all. That was the way of things...right?
It was no secret that Faelyn held and studied a fair number of magic fields, but none had proved so very useful to him as the innate seer's magic that flooded his veins.
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