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

[punkblaze]

Yep. Very specific incantations, dependin' on what you want to do. And... most of the time. [He gives her a sheepish smile.] When I was still learnin', I burned myself a lot. You learn to control it pretty quick after you get burned enough, yeah?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She smiles back.] I suppose you would. [Something occurs to her.] Do you know how to put fires out?

[punkblaze]

With magic? Just my own. If I started it, I can put it out. It's the same with any fire mage.

[Speaking of fires going out, the flame in his palm fizzles since he's quit paying it any significant amount of attention. With a tiny "Crack!" about as loud as fingers snapping, it explodes, and then it's gone.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana blinks at the crack.] You're very gifted.

[punkblaze]

[He grins, lowering his hand again.] Nah. I've just had a lot of practice.

So yeah, what else did you want to know? Are you comparin' it to the magic in your own world?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I don't know anything about the magic in my world, except what I've gathered from the assassination attempts over the years. This seemed the best way to learn anything all about it.

[punkblaze]

Good point. I guess there'd at least be a few similarities, right?

[He takes a second to think, then shrugs a shoulder and tries his hand at explaining.] So for us, some people are born with magic and some aren't. But its like most talents a person can have: you've got to practice to get any good at it, and if you don't ever learn to do anything with it, it ends up bein' useless. Or random.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She takes this all in, assimilate it, trying to find ways to make use of it.] What else do you do? To control and create it. Incantations, I know. But are there other parts to it?

[punkblaze]

It's mental. You've got to have focus and know exactly what you want, or even if you get the incantation right - which, they're sensitive themselves, let me tell you, but that's another story - it can still get out of control.

Like, I didn't mean to let that fire die like that just a second ago. I just quit payin' attention. [He grins, and even winks.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Oh Eithan, you are too charming.] I'll keep that in mind. Anything else?

[punkblaze]

Nothin' that I can immediately think of. [He thinks for a second.] I've got spellbooks with a few explanations in 'em, thanks to my master. Want to see 'em?

[He's blatantly ignoring the slight pang of negativity that comes from thinking about his master.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I would love to. [She doesn't know that she should be looking for the pangs, and any sense of them slips her by.]

[punkblaze]

I'll be back, then. [Poof.

.... And he returns a moment later with two small but thick leather-bound books. He takes a seat beside her and hands them over. The covers are bare, but the pages are filled with small text, pictures, diagrams... and every slight once in a while, some random Eithan scribblings in the margins. ("What the hell is this??" "try this again" "THIS ONE HURTS GET IT RIGHT NEXT TIME" etc.)]

Hopefully these can help some.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She smiles a little reading the notes.] Could I keep them? Not for long, just long enough to see if it works.

[punkblaze]

Sure. Keep 'em as long as you need, even. [He waves one hand dismissively.]

"See if it works," huh? [He smiles.] Does that mean you're a mage?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She should say 'I think so' but she gives a different answer.] Yes. I set fire to my bedroom curtain tonight. [somewhat awkwardly, she adds,] And my window exploded.

[punkblaze]

[That actually makes him laugh a bit.] Seriously? I did the same thing when I was fourteen! Well, sort of. I set the dresser on fire and the lamp in the corner exploded. [He shakes his head, grinning at the memory.]

Still, uh, congratulations on findin' out about your magic! [He smiles. But then, he remembers something she said before, about persecution... and the smile fades. He looks concerned.] I mean, uh... you're gonna be alright, right?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She smiles back when he says that. It is more than a comfort. But as he asks, the smile fades, and she nods, determined.] I won't can't let anyone from Camelot know. If I can control it, I will be safe. And I can use it to protect my friends, even if they can never know what I'm doing.

[punkblaze]

[He nods, understanding.] Guess you need to work on controllin' it then. I'll help if I can, yeah? I mean, maybe it works kind of the same. You think?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[The smile returns, a little returning.] It must be close enough, if we have both done that damage to our rooms.

[punkblaze]

[That makes him grin.] Let's hope you don't do it as much as I did. That'd be pretty bad.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I'l try not to. I can only come up with so many excuses.