She watched as he pulled on the threads of magic, trying to weave them into something warm and familiar only to have it go painfully awry. She regretted that he had been harmed, but the demonstration, brief though it was, had taught her much about what they would be working with.
[color=#9a00b2]"Of course it is,"[/color] she said reassuringly. She took a few steps toward him, leaving a respectful distance and held out her hand. [color=#9a00b2]"May I?"[/color] she asked, indicating she wished to see the hand he now hid in shame. If he let her, she would take the injured limb gently in one hand while holding the other one over it. He would feel a soothing warmth as her fingertips hovered over each welt and wound, healing them as she went.
[color=#9a00b2]"Magic is a fickle thing. To some it comes as easy as breathing, to others it takes time to understand how to live in harmony with it. The possibilities are endless, but most of us will never be able to harness all its facets. We are imperfect vessels for it to flow through, and as such we often take more easily to using it in some ways while others stay perpetually out of reach."[/color] The lesson was given with no judgement, only a desire to help facilitate understanding.
[color=#9a00b2]"Some take to the elements, others to nature or healing. You, it seems, have taken to something of the opposite. Tell me, what did you desire to achieve with your spellwork just now?"[/color] She assumed it was something simple - light, perhaps, or a small show of the elements - that shifted to align with his aptitude when pulled forth. If she was right it would be good he had come; an untrained negation mage could cause great harm without trying.
[color=#9a00b2]"Of course it is,"[/color] she said reassuringly. She took a few steps toward him, leaving a respectful distance and held out her hand. [color=#9a00b2]"May I?"[/color] she asked, indicating she wished to see the hand he now hid in shame. If he let her, she would take the injured limb gently in one hand while holding the other one over it. He would feel a soothing warmth as her fingertips hovered over each welt and wound, healing them as she went.
[color=#9a00b2]"Magic is a fickle thing. To some it comes as easy as breathing, to others it takes time to understand how to live in harmony with it. The possibilities are endless, but most of us will never be able to harness all its facets. We are imperfect vessels for it to flow through, and as such we often take more easily to using it in some ways while others stay perpetually out of reach."[/color] The lesson was given with no judgement, only a desire to help facilitate understanding.
[color=#9a00b2]"Some take to the elements, others to nature or healing. You, it seems, have taken to something of the opposite. Tell me, what did you desire to achieve with your spellwork just now?"[/color] She assumed it was something simple - light, perhaps, or a small show of the elements - that shifted to align with his aptitude when pulled forth. If she was right it would be good he had come; an untrained negation mage could cause great harm without trying.
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