The warm Antivan breeze rustled through the swamp reeds, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the distant calls of reed warblers. Loghain stood on the balcony of their rented villa, his eyes scanning the horizon, his thoughts consumed by the search for Asha. She had been missing for over a year, and though he had no memory of her, the void in his heart was undeniable. Morrigan had told him everything, and despite the gaps in his memory since she had brought him back from the dead, he was determined to find their daughter.
Their little cottage, nestled far from the bustling city of Antiva, was a peaceful haven surrounded by nature. The gentle chorus of birds and the croaking of frogs created a serene backdrop to his current endeavor. Echo, their youngest, was out exploring the swamp reeds, her laughter occasionally carried on the breeze.
Inside, the room was filled with an air of quiet concentration. Morrigan stood by the table, her presence a grounding force as she guided him through his latest lesson in controlling his newfound magic. A fish lay on the table before him, its silvery scales gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the open windows.
Loghain took a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of magic at his fingertips. It was still strange to him, this power that had come with his second chance at life. He concentrated, willing the decay to begin. Slowly, the fish's flesh began to wither and rot, the smell turning his stomach. He pushed through the discomfort, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the delicate balance Morrigan had described.
Loghain gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow. He could feel the magic pulsing, threatening to slip beyond his control. Just as the bones began to emerge, he released his hold, the decay halting just in time. The fish lay before him, skeletal remains surrounded by a mush of decayed flesh.
@Morrigan
Their little cottage, nestled far from the bustling city of Antiva, was a peaceful haven surrounded by nature. The gentle chorus of birds and the croaking of frogs created a serene backdrop to his current endeavor. Echo, their youngest, was out exploring the swamp reeds, her laughter occasionally carried on the breeze.
Inside, the room was filled with an air of quiet concentration. Morrigan stood by the table, her presence a grounding force as she guided him through his latest lesson in controlling his newfound magic. A fish lay on the table before him, its silvery scales gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the open windows.
Focus, right, just focus,He never imagined one day he’d be doing magic, let alone that Morrigan would be teaching him. Though he supposed he had one of the best people to teach him, even if patience definitely wasn’t one of her attributes.
So, is this how Flemeth taught you?He was still focusing on the fish, but he felt like maybe if he didn’t focus QUITE so heavily on the fish, maybe he would have a better result.
Loghain took a deep breath, feeling the familiar tingle of magic at his fingertips. It was still strange to him, this power that had come with his second chance at life. He concentrated, willing the decay to begin. Slowly, the fish's flesh began to wither and rot, the smell turning his stomach. He pushed through the discomfort, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the delicate balance Morrigan had described.
Loghain gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow. He could feel the magic pulsing, threatening to slip beyond his control. Just as the bones began to emerge, he released his hold, the decay halting just in time. The fish lay before him, skeletal remains surrounded by a mush of decayed flesh.
@Morrigan
07-31-2024, 07:15 PM
