"Speech" | 'Thoughts' | ooc*Rubs temples and glares at last post* I don't remember writing half of that. Perhaps I need more sleep and less coffee
The weight of the air bearing down on Arysana's chest, and when Zeran decided that he'd push her boundaries, her breath froze. Honest, stupid, or both. In her own opinion, she was both to a certain degree. If it wasn't for the constriction she felt in her chest at the time, or her unwillingness to piss of a fellow wizard, she'd have laughed and corrected him in her use of the word 'sweet.' 'What does he take me for - a Myrian or something of the like?'
She gave him a hard look, then, his words of 'passing judgement' and the like striking a strange cord within her. She calmed herself and kept her breath steady, trying not to have the look thrown at him appear too incredulous. Of course, that idea left her with all others when he questioned how many wizards she'd met to come by her opinions. In her own case, it seemed, she knew more people (Excluding her family and those of Wind Reach) who had dabbled in at least one art than she did those who hadn't touched it.
But that's the kind of thing that comes when you're not only a student of a magic tower, but also a resident in said tower's student wing within Tower's Respite and you earn your income as a personal assistant for a wizard. She saw how those with magic lived and learned every day of her life. Everyone of her said so called 'friends' were in some practise or another, each knowing bitterly the danger of a hot headed novice who took the most dangerous form of magic that The Dawn Tower permitted.
Everyone liked to keep their disciplines a secret, if not for the distrust that could be harbored, bit for the fun that could be had when your skills were unknown. Often one would only know that another had furthered their studies in reimancy, especially, if they stepped out of their room to be dowsed in water, or felt a sudden hunk of ice slide down their back, if the wind suddenly pitched and their food suddenly became one with their clothing, or if - in Sana and one of the few fellow earth reimancer's case, wherein the two exacted a revenge of sort - one slipped on a dozen marble like balls suddenly rolled down the hallway.
Such light hearted shenanigans were only done and dealt with in the Respite, with most of her fellow students flicking a kill switch of sorts when they entered the Tower, their minds on track and magic carefully monitored as lessons progressed. It was there that Sana, at least, learned of the grimmer reasons to keep a thing or two up ones sleeve, with gossip and stories of teachers having to deal with those inflicted with sweet whispers and other signs of over-giving, and forceful interventions of lessons apparently running far smoother when the professor had an ace up his sleeve. Except for reimancy, of course. Almost everyone knows reimancy, they can keep secret their elements but not their general practise.
She hadn't realised just how much her mind had drifted when a sound came from Zeran and her gaze fell to the water, before flitting to his face and form. 'Water Reimancy?' Sprung to mind, 'Is it?'. Again her gaze shifted to the pool, watching the way that the water rolled, before casting a short look to his form, trying to gauge his competency by his range and how he held himself. 'So he was keeping secrets,' She blinked thrice. 'No shyke, I determined that already. Everyone keeps their secrets, even those horridly honest have something they'd rather not tell, I'd wager,' A weird feeling took over her form. Was she arguing with herself?
She tried to push herself into concentration, grimacing slightly as she gaze a hard look to the movement of the water. It was strange. She'd seen water reimancy in use many times over, not only in terms of mere practice and jokes but in the fighting of fires within the city. But to make the water lap and cause rolling waves? What kind of res production and transmuting would be required for such a thing?
Several surges, of increasing amounts of res? When did he have the time to accumulate enough for such a display? Why not simply produce a watery ball. Less effort. Less time. Less messy. More... believable. Wait, believe what, exactly? What disciplines did he say he had? Glyphing, auristics - projection. Was that what he was referring to?
Again came the little taunt - honest, stupid, both. He'd shown his magic, she was to show hers. She heard the words ring in her head. "I..." Why in Gods names was that an appealing idea? What kind of idiot placed all their cards face up the table? It wasn't right. Not even Armitican, a crone of a professor with vanity to rival some the most pompous merchant brats didn't let any single person know of more than two or three magics. Her focus was faltering again, mind unwilling to work the way she wanted it to. 'Gods damn it, this is why I was meditating. This is why no one trusts me to keep my cool. This is why Armitican has me read about magic instead of actually see if-'
She frowned, cleared her thoughts and she begrudgingly thanked Armitican for having her read in broad the basics of quite the little host of magic. Was it wise to use reimancy when riled? Gods no. Was it wise to use any form of magic when riled? That'd be stupid. Did she show that petching moron of the Dusk Tower her reimancy when he called her to like a dog? She didn't grant party favours. So why would she do so now? Why the sudden will to do things that weren't within her character? She knew of that magic. "No," was the final word that left her in that regard, and once she did so, her breath came easier.
"But what magics, may I ask," She began, a smile taking form upon her lips - one pressed and twisted as her teeth ground and angered sparked. "Were the ones that you were referring to? In terms of your demonstration, I mean." She tilted her head and gave a short, sweet look, before dropping it entirely. "Surely you did not try to have me to do something out of my character, right, Zeran?" Her visage screamed 'pissed off,' "You wouldn't try and prod someone to do something they'd normally think better of through the use of hypnotism - would you?"
She gave him a hard look, then, his words of 'passing judgement' and the like striking a strange cord within her. She calmed herself and kept her breath steady, trying not to have the look thrown at him appear too incredulous. Of course, that idea left her with all others when he questioned how many wizards she'd met to come by her opinions. In her own case, it seemed, she knew more people (Excluding her family and those of Wind Reach) who had dabbled in at least one art than she did those who hadn't touched it.
But that's the kind of thing that comes when you're not only a student of a magic tower, but also a resident in said tower's student wing within Tower's Respite and you earn your income as a personal assistant for a wizard. She saw how those with magic lived and learned every day of her life. Everyone of her said so called 'friends' were in some practise or another, each knowing bitterly the danger of a hot headed novice who took the most dangerous form of magic that The Dawn Tower permitted.
Everyone liked to keep their disciplines a secret, if not for the distrust that could be harbored, bit for the fun that could be had when your skills were unknown. Often one would only know that another had furthered their studies in reimancy, especially, if they stepped out of their room to be dowsed in water, or felt a sudden hunk of ice slide down their back, if the wind suddenly pitched and their food suddenly became one with their clothing, or if - in Sana and one of the few fellow earth reimancer's case, wherein the two exacted a revenge of sort - one slipped on a dozen marble like balls suddenly rolled down the hallway.
Such light hearted shenanigans were only done and dealt with in the Respite, with most of her fellow students flicking a kill switch of sorts when they entered the Tower, their minds on track and magic carefully monitored as lessons progressed. It was there that Sana, at least, learned of the grimmer reasons to keep a thing or two up ones sleeve, with gossip and stories of teachers having to deal with those inflicted with sweet whispers and other signs of over-giving, and forceful interventions of lessons apparently running far smoother when the professor had an ace up his sleeve. Except for reimancy, of course. Almost everyone knows reimancy, they can keep secret their elements but not their general practise.
She hadn't realised just how much her mind had drifted when a sound came from Zeran and her gaze fell to the water, before flitting to his face and form. 'Water Reimancy?' Sprung to mind, 'Is it?'. Again her gaze shifted to the pool, watching the way that the water rolled, before casting a short look to his form, trying to gauge his competency by his range and how he held himself. 'So he was keeping secrets,' She blinked thrice. 'No shyke, I determined that already. Everyone keeps their secrets, even those horridly honest have something they'd rather not tell, I'd wager,' A weird feeling took over her form. Was she arguing with herself?
She tried to push herself into concentration, grimacing slightly as she gaze a hard look to the movement of the water. It was strange. She'd seen water reimancy in use many times over, not only in terms of mere practice and jokes but in the fighting of fires within the city. But to make the water lap and cause rolling waves? What kind of res production and transmuting would be required for such a thing?
Several surges, of increasing amounts of res? When did he have the time to accumulate enough for such a display? Why not simply produce a watery ball. Less effort. Less time. Less messy. More... believable. Wait, believe what, exactly? What disciplines did he say he had? Glyphing, auristics - projection. Was that what he was referring to?
Again came the little taunt - honest, stupid, both. He'd shown his magic, she was to show hers. She heard the words ring in her head. "I..." Why in Gods names was that an appealing idea? What kind of idiot placed all their cards face up the table? It wasn't right. Not even Armitican, a crone of a professor with vanity to rival some the most pompous merchant brats didn't let any single person know of more than two or three magics. Her focus was faltering again, mind unwilling to work the way she wanted it to. 'Gods damn it, this is why I was meditating. This is why no one trusts me to keep my cool. This is why Armitican has me read about magic instead of actually see if-'
She frowned, cleared her thoughts and she begrudgingly thanked Armitican for having her read in broad the basics of quite the little host of magic. Was it wise to use reimancy when riled? Gods no. Was it wise to use any form of magic when riled? That'd be stupid. Did she show that petching moron of the Dusk Tower her reimancy when he called her to like a dog? She didn't grant party favours. So why would she do so now? Why the sudden will to do things that weren't within her character? She knew of that magic. "No," was the final word that left her in that regard, and once she did so, her breath came easier.
"But what magics, may I ask," She began, a smile taking form upon her lips - one pressed and twisted as her teeth ground and angered sparked. "Were the ones that you were referring to? In terms of your demonstration, I mean." She tilted her head and gave a short, sweet look, before dropping it entirely. "Surely you did not try to have me to do something out of my character, right, Zeran?" Her visage screamed 'pissed off,' "You wouldn't try and prod someone to do something they'd normally think better of through the use of hypnotism - would you?"
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Arysana Elthorne
Arysana Elthorne
*EDIT: fixed messed up code