fear will keep us all in place, so I go hunting for witches

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[It is clear Morgana came in a rush. She is in her nightdress, her hair uncombed, her fingers and wrists unadorned, with a cloak thrown quickly around her shoulders. She had to leave for the Plane before anyone realized there was a fire in her room. She had to find a way to fix it before they found out, because now she knows.

Morgana sits at the edge of the forest. And though she is in disarray, when she puts her inquiry to the Plane, her voice is strong.]

I need to know about the magics found in different worlds. I need to know how they are taught and how they are brought under control.

[Morgana is done with the uncertainty, and she is not willing to have a weapon that she doesn't know how to control.]

Comments

[sosweet]

[He is doubtful about it.] But... what if...? ['What if Arthur or someone else finds out about your powers?...']

[ex_oneiromancer912]

What if what, Saga?

[sosweet]

['What if... if what that Dragon said...?... No... that cannot be... it will not be...'] [He only shakes his head.] It is nothing. You are right.

Though asking for information during your sleep time makes me curious.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

There was a storm at home. A flash of lightning broke my window, perhaps. I could not sleep and did not want to see the guards so soon after waking. [she smiles, just slightly.] For all its dangers, the Plane is a very soothing place.

[sosweet]

[Nods.] It is.

[Frowns.] What does the storm has to do with magic?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

You haven't answered my question. Though I know your magic is much the same as Mu's, isn't it?

[sosweet]

[He nods.] Cosmo originates from our soul and the internal energy of life. It is taught from an early age, so the Saint can learn the core of his own Cosmo.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

What do you mean, 'learn the core of his own cosmo'? It's different for each?

[sosweet]

Hm. Every Cosmo is different for every Saint. Gold Saints possess the knowledge to burn their Cosmo to its full... the seventh sense.

Though the Saint who has the will to live and faith to fight can reach it.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

What is your Cosmo like?

[sosweet]

[Looks at her.] ... Do you want to see it?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I would.

[sosweet]

[That said, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. A bright, golden glow emerges from his frame little by little, wrapping Morgana's in a soothing way so she could feel the warmth of his Cosmo.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Do you feel that all the time?

[sosweet]

[Nods and opens his eyes.] Yes. This is what Cosmo looks and feels like.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

It must be a comfort. To always have that.