Closed A Kindred Soul (Keene)

[Kamilla]

Kamilla Circe Gordon

Kamilla couldn't contain her excitement at Keene's acceptance of her challenge and didn't bother trying, her friendly smile brightening in anticipation. Once she'd wet her fingers with the inscribing paint, she offered the young mage one of his own simple nods in agreement that they should head outside to avoid any unwanted accidents, following behind him silently as she began to draw a focus glyph on the palm of her right hand. She was far from proficient when it came to glyphing but she was at least capable of bolstering her reimancy with it, although it took her quite some time to draw a single glyph.

Once they'd exited the large building that housed the common labs, Keene stopped to wait for her and without hesitation she took the lead, striding gracefully toward the courtyard, the lace trail of her deep purple dress dancing behind her with each step. However, her place as leader was short-lived as the young man took it from her and she gladly followed a few steps behind. The silence between the two of them did not bother her as she was focused on drawing the glyphs on her palms, glancing up every few steps to make sure she didn't stray from the path or fall too far behind the handsome mage.

They had nearly exited the courtyard when Kamilla finally finished the first focus glyph on her right palm, three spirals connected to a ring in the center of her palm with another ring intersecting the center of each spiral, it was wildly different from any other focus glyph she'd seen yet somehow still held the same effect. Glyphs were odd in that way, they held the effect intended for them rather than what they appeared as, something she'd long since wondered about. It wasn't until they arrived and Keene began speaking, explaining the target distances, that she finished the focus glyph on her left palm, which had taken much longer to draw.

Three, ten and fourteen meters he'd said and the final target...her warm brown gaze followed his grey-green one into the cloud coated sky, finding the large silhouette of the bird that he'd pointed out. Kamilla was against killing exotic creatures if she could help it, but even the dark outline of the bird looked repulsive and she had no remorse for creatures that lacked beauty, especially if the alternative benefited herself. The distance however, was a bit unnerving, the creature was both high above and a moving target. Her thoughts wandered to her competition and his skill, was he confident in his ability to hit the large bird or was he simply picking a difficult target for the both of them? This was one of the times where she found the Keene's neutrality frustrating, since she was unable to decipher whatever thoughts he had hidden behind his unmoving mask.

She observed in silence as Keene's arm rose and res began to flow out of him with what appeared to be great ease, something she wasn't quite capable of just yet, she made note of the pale blue appearance of his res which obviously differed from the lavender colour of her own. As if the speed at which he generated res wasn't intimidating enough, Kamilla was even more disgruntled by the range of control that he had, which, assuming fourteen meters was his limit, was almost triple hers, a clear sign that she was out skilled. The pale blue fluid floated through the air gathering water from it before resting at calculated distances and forming small columns of water, an element Kamilla hadn't gained control of yet. Then, with a snap of his fingers, Keene did something to the remaining res core of each column which, to Kamilla's amazement, all immediately turned to ice.

Ice! Kamilla had never heard of it being a reimantic element, always assuming that water, earth, air and fire were the only ones, though considering that Keene had first created the columns out of water before using res to freeze them, she assumed there was some other technique at work. Between the massive fourteen meter distance and Keene's display of what she perceived as superior skill, Kamilla was feeling quite intimidated as she stood there, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

"You may start."

The words sent a spike of fear through the young woman's heart as she realised she was up first, the ominous squak of the bird above intensifying the moment, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as she began to focus on her inner well of djed. She needed to clear her mind and forget about Keene's amazing res control, needed to concentrate on doing her best, she didn't doubt she could strike the first target with ease and the second with a bit of effort, but the third and fourth had her very nervous. A few ticks later Kamilla had made contact with her djed and was guiding it towards her lungs, not wanting to use up her focus glyphs just yet.

With a large exhale, a small dense cloud of glistening lavender res flew from Kamilla's lips and floated patiently in front of her. Cupping her hands together in a sort of triangular prayer shape, she willed the cloud of res to take on a similar form, transmuting the substance from a mist to a liquid and from a liquid to solid dark grey stone of the same size, while maintaining the res core for control. Directing the drop shaped stone spike with her hand, Kamilla aimed it at the three meter ice target and shot it forward forcefully, completing the transmutation as she did.

The pointy rock darted towards the nearest column of ice and smashed into it just above it's center, effectively shattering the point of impact and decapitated the target, a satisfied smirk appearing as she turned to face Keene with her first question. "I was unaware that one could create ice. What other elements do you possess?" it was a simple question, but one that she was curious about, she wanted to know if he possessed any of her elements and even if not, perhaps he could give her some tips or ideas.

[Keene Ward]

Keene only noticed the runes as Kamille raised her hands to from the res she'd extruded from from her lips into the teardrop form of the stone she desired. Earth. It had been an element that Keene had yet to attain influence over, and had been Mella's element of choice in his training. His eyes studied not only the spell itself, but Kamilla's concentration, her stance, even her careful, steady movements. She was versed in the nature of projectiles, choosing to create a form that was conducive not only to aerodynamics but was manageable and relatively quick to form. He watched the stone fly with a fair accuracy, smashing into the ice column with more than enough force to shatter it. He supposed Kamilla had chosen the proper target in terms of getting what she wanted, which he imaged were the answers she had chosen as a reward. In terms of what he desired, however, Keene found the three meter targets, even the ten, were a bit too close to truly test what it was he wanted to see.

She seemed satisfied, a confident smile on her lips as she turned to claim her prize, a light dancing in the limpid brown pools of her eyes. The question was sound. Paraelements were something of a trial and error in nature. Keene knew that reimancy was able to manipulate most if not all the natural forces, but attaining the knowledge to do so was extensive and difficult. He imagined there were still many more to discover even with the relatively sizable increase of abilities he'd obtained during his time as an initiate. Having agreed to the terms, Keene replied, this time a complete answer as had been requested. "Water, fire, air, ice, and lightning." While he technically could both create and manipulate clouds and steam and fog, they were not things he personally considered to be paraelements. With a nod, he turned towards the targets, eyes flicking to first the remaining three meter, then the two tens. Raising his right hand out as if offering something to the empty air, res drifted from his skin much as it had when he'd set up the collumns, only this time it balled itself into the shape of a ring.

It began to spin at the best of his twitching fingers and gently rotating wrist until the pale blue substance was a blur of motion. Once the proper speed was achieved, Keene let the outer section of the res draw in the air around it, a small gust forming above his palm before he released it towards the three meter pillar with a flick of his other hand, right still maintaining the steady spin. The chakram of invisible force took only a few ticks before it sliced neatly through the first pillar. The neatly cut pillar's half was tossed aside as the spell continued, Keene's eyes set on the trajectory, adjusting it through the minimal motions of his left hand. It whizzed on to the ten meter pillar on his side, shearing through it as easily as the first before finishing with with the second. In all, three targets had been hit, and Keene released the spell. The whirl of the air he'd so carefully controlled spun out into a bust of wind that swept over the area as if Zulrav himself had sneezed before the remaining res Keene had expelled drifted back to him, settling into his palm as it was reabsorbed. He had produced a larger amount of res that he usually did for the air blade, wanting to make sure there was enough to accomplish his goal.

Three targets remained, these ones far more difficult than the others and a much better test of Kamilla's abilities. Turning to his acquaintance, Keene wasted little time in his own question, tone steady and a bit more breathy than before. The air had left his head light, and while that was partially reflected in his voice, he had more than enough control over himself to keep the rest of himself in check. Technically, he only had one question. That had been the agreement regardless of how many targets were destroyed. "Where did you learn animation?" Though he had lived in Zeltiva for the majority of his life, Keene had explored very little of the city. Still, even with his limited knowledge of the place's geography, he was relatively certain there had been no establishments dedicated to a world magic - aside from the college. Ultimately, the information wasn't incredibly relevant, but with any question available to him with few to ask, he figured it was as good as any.

[Kamilla]

Kamilla Circe Gordon

Kamilla found the usual lack of emotion that remained on Keene's face to be disappointing since it completely masked whatever opinion he may have had about her spell, though she supposed it had been a basic and unimpressive spell which even she wouldn't have given much of a reaction. True to their deal the young mage answered her question with no hint of reluctance at fulfilling his end of the deal, his answer revealed to her two important things, that lightning was another obtainable element and that Keene did not possess her primary element of earth.

Not waiting to see if Kamilla had been satisfied with his answer, or given his demeanour, not really caring, Keene took his turn to strike the target though having seen ease with which he had created them, she doubted the three meter ice column would be much of a challenge to the odd mage, if at all. Now it was her turn to observe his technique, eyes focused on his movements, the absolute ease that he produced his pale blue res and the manner with which he chose to use it. At first his res took the form of a disc, a hint of dread forming in Kamilla's belly at the familiar shape which was the base of what she'd thought to be her own 'unique' spell and once the res began to rotate, picking up speed far faster than her own, the feeling had grown slightly larger.

Kamilla continued to watch with intrigue as the whispers of rushing air told her that Keene's res was attracting their shared element, the gentle brush of the passing winds caressing her face as it did. Already she was impressed by the sheer control and speed of the rotating disc that was almost a complete match of her own technique, except better and with the use of air instead. She'd seen first hand what a rotating ring of res could do when it took the form of earth but nothing could have prepared her for what she witnessed. With the most minute of movements, Keene sent the hollow disc of spinning res towards the three meter target, slicing neatly through it with unbelievable ease before beginning it's arc and doing the same to both the ten meter targets, the feeling in the pit of her stomach growing larger with every successful hit.

By the time the remaining pale blue res had returned to it's master, seeping back into his skin, Kamilla was frozen in place by a mixture of emotions that included shock, dread, astonishment, amazement, defeat and many more. She could not believe it, standing there with her face stuck in complete disbelief for several ticks, turning away from the young man in order to hide her face the moment she'd regained some control over body. She couldn't believe it, with that one spell the mage who was roughly the same age had completely shattered her personal opinion of her own abilities. After all that she'd gone through, all that she'd lost in order to pursue her passion for the arcane, she was nothing more than average if not less in comparison to the unusual man and perhaps many others. It was a rude awakening, one that shook her to her core and shattered most of her self confidence.

The young mage did not seem to notice of care for the conflict that was raging on inside of Kamilla as he asked his question, her back still turned to him as she took several deep breaths in attempt to regain her composure. She was well aware of her capabilities and it was blatantly clear that Keene surpassed them. After what was at least half a chime, though it felt far longer to her, once Kamilla felt that she was able to contain most of the defeat that she was feeling, she turned to face the young man, a friendly smile plastered across her face. This was probably the first time that she had ever been grateful for the practised 'friendly' facade that she'd been forced to learn while working at Yvette's Dresses For All Occasions, though her sudden lack eagerness would be easily noticeable.

"Well, there goes my 'special' earth chakram technique."

Her words were light-hearted and friendly as she attempted to hide her defeat behind humour, scratching at the back of her neck awkwardly as she spoke. Kamilla was not very experienced when it came to defeat, only really experiencing one other major instance of it in her life, being the day she'd lost her family many years ago, and although she would have liked nothing more than to accept her obvious defeat and leave the situation as swiftly as possible, she had made a deal and running from it wasn't going to help her in any way for form, so she stood firm, albeit a bit woozy from the shock.

Taking a deep breath that carried with it the burden which she was trying so hard to conceal, Kamilla's turned her brown gaze in the direction of the young mage, avoiding eye contact in fear that her true feelings would be revealed as she answered his question, attempting a casual and playful tone. "Ah, you see that question was very vague and while I could take advantage of that and simply answer with 'Sunberth', I feel that you clearly deserve a more in-depth answer after such a great display of skill..." she paused for a moment, making eye contact for a split second before retreating once again, instead turning her gaze to the intimidating distance between herself and the next target. "You see, Sunberth as a city is completely against magic, even rumours of it can summon riots. My grandmother, taught me animation in order to assuage my growing interest in magic, focusing only on theory in order to avoid any suspicion from the city's inhabitants." she paused once more, still facing the distant columns of ice, "I do not know where she acquired the knowledge, she was a very secretive woman...and with good reason." her last few words came out a bit softer than the rest as her brown gaze dropped for a moment in remembrance of her past life.

Allowing herself a few moments of silence before taking a deep breath to restore as much of her composure as she could, which was wavering at best, Kamilla set her sights on her next target which was a staggering fourteen meters away. She had already accepted defeat, no longer playing to win but simply playing for the knowledge that was still up for grabs. She doubted herself, doubted her ability to strike the distant target with one of her regular projectile spells, so instead, she decided to do away with style and finesse, not having much left to lose anyway.

Stretching both arms out in front of her, Kamilla began to direct her djed towards both of her palms, the focus glyphs painted upon them glowing brightly as she began to generate a large amount of res, the lavender fluid flowing out of her and gathering into an oval about a foot in width. Clenching her palms into fists she willed the res to attract the earth, the floating substance quickly gathering dirt and stone as it ripped them from it's surroundings. Only a chime later, where the glistening ball of res had been, there now hovered a far larger clump of earth, just under a meter in width. Her arms rose above her head, the res center of the collected earth leading it upward a few meters.

With the large mass of dirt and stone now a satisfying distance above the ground, Kamilla spread her hands once more, expanding the res core so that it now coated the entire heap, the muscles in her arms tensing as they trembled from the weight of the expended magic. Not daring to wait a moment longer, she flung her arms forward, a small grunt escaping her lips as she sent the mass flying towards it's intended target, transmuting its res coating to solid stone so that it's contents wouldn't fall apart as it hurtled towards the ground, crashing into it earth a few meters short of the ice column with a loud thud that sent tremors through the ground and rolling the rest of the distance until it had crushed the target beneath it's superior weight.

Her choice to make use of existing resources rather than creating them had lessened the amount of power required to maintain the spell but it certainly hadn't saved her from the resulting strain. The spell had caused both her arms to feel as if they'd grown in weight, making it hard to lift them above her waist. She turned to face Keene with a heavy smile as she asked her question, her breathing far from steady, "What is your purpose on the island and what does it entail?" it may not have been the most important question but it was one she wanted to know the answer to, even more so now that she'd seen how powerful the odd young mage was.

[Keene Ward]

The amount of time that passed between his question and her reply was long enough for even Keene to realize something had changed in her demeanor, though what it was exactly he wasn't sure. He had performed under the limit of their agreed parameters, and when Kamilla turned back to face him with a strain in her voice and smile on her face, he got the impression he had done something that had been unwanted, though perhaps not in any sense of incorrectness. Blinking, Keene took the comment as little more than that: a comment. He didn't perceive the depressive nature of it, only that Kamilla seemed slightly put off that a technique of hers had gone; in what capacity, Keene thought best not to assume and drop the subject where it lay. Instead, he waited for the answer, eyes set on the woman's as her's rose to meet his, thought they stopped shy of a shared gaze to focus more on his lips and nose.

While the comment regarding the generality of his question was received with a curt nod of the head to indicate that it had indeed been unintentionally vague, the praise was discarded as wholly unnecessary. Her willingness to share, however, was all the more benefit to him, so Keene said nothing on it, though the thought that a magic like animation might be found in the city of Sunberth certainly came as a surprise to him. From what he knew, the city and its people were not welcoming to magic - the opposite in most cases. Kamilla verified the small collection of facts he had, and Keene's eye brow rose slightly in appraisal. To pursue the craft in spite of the looming threat of death was certainly a testament to her dedication - or, perhaps, her stupidity. He leaned more and more the latter as she continued, the tale of her grandmother teaching her magical theory in hopes of staunching what seemed to be an unhealthy desire for the arcane in a city so against speaking volumes about her sense of self-preservation; then again, Keene supposed that it was a similar pursuit to his own, though quite different in its origins.

Still, to have been taught the theories of animation was a prize Keene would have taken the same risk for without much of a second thought. He nodded at her last statements. While Sahova presented little reason to conceal one's magical nature, it was hardly conducive to an upfront and honest approach to... anything, really. Much had changed about him since arriving on the island, but one thing that remained constant was Keene's lack of deception. He saw no reason for it, not among those who sought self-edification. There were some he supposed he might not be so open might; individuals who would have received a polite "No thank you." at the mention of a game or trial. Kamilla was not of them; she was a non-threat, something he might glean useful information from if even only a small amount. Whatever more she had to offer, Keene imagined it would be more easily exchanged due to Kamilla's interest in their mutual humanity. It was not that Keene thought to manipulate her natural inclination to gravitate towards those who shared in a beating heart, rather that he noticed her preference and found no reason not to place himself in situations where it would benefit him. As conniving as it might have been in theory, it was as benign as most other social tactics Keene employed.

With her reply given, Kamilla turned her attentions inward, the glyphs shimmering on her hands as she began to produce her lavender res. Keene's eyes quickly studied the wavy lines of the focus, noting them as simple focuses rather than an entire sigil. He supposed the more complicated glyphing patterns would have both been a bit much to do while walking as well as would have taken more time than the walk had encompassed. The res she produced quickly drew his attention away from her hands and onto the ever growing mass of the soft violet tint that hovered in front of her. His lips turned slightly down into a frown, finding the sheer amount of res to be a bit wasteful. It was an indication of her inexperience, the thought that quantity could compensate for quality. In a sense, it could. The more res she gathered, the smaller her margin for error would become assuming the ever increasing mass was meant to be used as a projectile of sorts. Still, it was an inefficient way to cast, and Keene kept his eyes alert for any signs of overgiving. He doubted the woman would walk away from their encounter unburdened by the tears in her soul.

With a raised brow, Keene watched the dirt and stone and dust begin to be drawn up into the lavender orb. Taking a step back so as not to interfere with the magnetic effect of the res, Keene continued to watch, eyes relatively blank though they absorbed everything before him. Her focus, from what he could tell, was sound. Whatever had been bothering her before was placed aside in favor of the intensity with which she maintained the spell. Her arms were tensed by the weight of the now impressively sizable ball of earth, and as she raised them to in turn raise the dirt itself, Keene's frown left his face to be replaced with an appraising line as he watched the res seep out and around to outer layer. She had gathered the earth to use as mass to increase the size and volume, but the aerodynamics was to be maintained by the shell she pulled around it. While Keene still considered it a waste, it was an interesting one. His eyes followed the arc of the massive stone sphere as it careened through the air, it's trajectory short of the pillar but wide enough and aimed in the proper direction that it continued to roll even after its miniature tremor of impact, crashing into the target and removing it from play with a powerful force.

As he turned to observe the after effects of the woman's spell, he saw it had taken its toll. There was no sign of blood or a particular lack of clarity, but Keene knew better than to take chances with reimancy. She was competitive to an extent that was potentially dangerous. He had already gathered the necessary information to estimate the extent of her own abilities, and they had not been particularly lacking - though she was by no means an equal, he imagined she had the potential to come into her own right, assuming she did not kill herself along the way. Her question - or questions, rather - was relatively simple to answer. Keene took little issue with the breaking of rules as she had already offered him more information that he had asked for - equivalent exchange being the overriding law to all social engagements. Keeping his eyes focused on the woman, he spoke in his quiet way. No concern or worry appeared in his face or gaze, only the steady, passive nature of his natural physiognomy. "I am a Warden Initiate. My 'purpose'," There was a slight inflection on the word to make it stand out from the others for little reason other than to indicate he was answering the question according to his understanding of the word used. "Is to protect the wizards of the citadel and maintain the wilds." Maintenance was what his job had felt like the past few season. There were always creatures to dispatch, stray magics to contend with. It was not so much a role of order or protection as it was to keep the island from growing any more dangerous than he could help.

Turning to face the final pillar, Keene let wisps of res dart from his lips and he exhaled, the pale blue mists riding on an invisible wind to wrap themselves around the final column, lifting it up from the ground where it hovered for a few ticks as Keene's eyes flicked from the bird to the ice twice before he flick his wrist. The pillar shot through the air, speed and direction maintained by the tendrils of res that had wrapped themselves around the frozen exterior of the ice. The bird let out a surprised squawk, its wings flapping feverishly to get away from the impending moment of its death, but it was far to late. When the ice hit the bird, however, it was little more than a shove that knocked it some feet lower but left the creature mostly unharmed. It let out a fowl screech of dismay before lumbering off into the occluded skies away from the monsters below it. Rather than releasing the res and letting the pillar crash to the ground, Keene's fingers twitched slightly, allowing the ice to drift back down to the earth where he set it down by finally releasing his control on what little res was left.

With all of the targets hit and nothing more for Kamilla to expend herself on, Keene turned to her with his steady gaze. The area he'd chosen to set up the "game" was removed from the main path that led back to the docks in its twisting decline. It had been a wise choice, as the destruction Kamilla's spell had wrought had cost one of the few junipers several deep set cracks from where the sphere had finally come to rest. The area directly around the young reimancers was also worse for wear, something Keene supposed wasn't worth distressing over. He'd gotten what he'd wanted out of the exercise, and that was, more or less, the point. "I would like to exchange my question for a favor, though unless you agree I won't bind you to it." He had done the same with Thomas Cosa, and figured it was something worth pursuing. To know how one man did magic was only a small piece of a greater whole. The more he could observe and learn from, the better adapted he would be to the world of the arcane in general. "At a time of your choosing within the season, I would like to watch your animation process."

He did not request an explanation of the theory, as that information was already tucked neatly away in the contents of his memory. Theories could only be expanded upon so far until the practical aspect was required. Keene was not learned animator, and he wasn't entirely certain it was a magic he was even inclined to pursue; that did not stop him from the desire to learn more of it. He waited, ever patient, as she stared back at her. His morning had begun as any other, and as things were often wont to do, taken an interesting turn.

[Kamilla]

Kamilla Circe Gordon

Thankfully, Keene didn't seem to notice her sudden change in demeanour, or if he did he showed no sign of it, not that he showed many signs of anything. Kamilla doubted that she would have been able to endure the embarrassment of being found out as graciously as she'd handled her complete loss of hope of winning their little competition when the young mage had proven himself to be her superior rather than her opponent. She probably could have exercised more caution when her turn had come once again, but given the distance of the target and the extent of her abilities she doubted she would have successfully hit her mark without a significant amount of luck.

Keene's position on the island was, interesting. He was a warden, who were apparently the peacekeepers of the island, charged with protecting its inhabitants, though she did wonder if he'd specifically meant it's wizards or if that applied to those of a lower rank and lesser value(in the eyes of Sahova) as well. This new knowledge about the odd mage helped to assuage the shame of losing a bit, since his 'job' literally required him to be skilled at things like hitting targets. Knowing this, Kamilla shot a suspicious glance in his direction, eyes narrowing slightly for a moment as she considered the fact that Keene had known he probably had the advantage when he'd accepted the challenge, making her feel as if it had always been a lost cause, but it hadn't been a complete loss since she'd learned several interesting things during the process.

First and foremost, she'd learnt that there were elements beyond her knowledge and she'd seen at least one of them in action, not to mention the very helpful observation of how Keene had utilised the element of air to effortlessly slice through solid ice while maintaining control over the projectile, something she intended on trying when she was alone and perhaps not weighted by recent overgiving. Less interestingly, though still worth noting,Kamilla had learnt about the general manner of exchange employed on Sahova, or at least that's how it seemed so far, as well as Keene's current 'purpose', as he'd put it, on The Undead Isle. All in all, their meeting had proven to be productive, even if most of her confidence had been shattered in the process.

When Keene turned to take his next turn, Kamilla watched intently once again, wondering how he would choose to tackle the fourteen meter obstacle while secretly hoping that he would go above what was expected and end their little bout since she felt that she'd clearly crossed the line of overgiving and feared any further repercussions if she attempted to do more. His second move was less impressive than the first, though perhaps only because Kamilla understood the process behind it, yet his skill, range of control and above all, his incredible accuracy, still left her with a lack of words and a tinge of envy, though with it came an understandable determination to improve her own abilities and surpass him.

Once the column of ice had slammed into the hideous bird that had been circling above, thankfully not visibly harming the creature, and returned to it's place on the ground, or what remained of it after her large spell, Kamilla turned to face the oddity expectantly, curious as to what his final question would be. However, it seemed the young mage was not out of surprises just yet as he asked to exchange his question for a favour, as if the form of the reward was interchangeable at will. If Kamilla's arms hadn't felt like they weighed a ton each she would have placed them on her hips, but instead she settled with simply shifting her weight from one leg to the other and leaning into it, her head tilting slightly to the side once more as she regarded him with amused curiosity.

His request gave her the impression that he didn't quite understand the unspoken expectancy that the form of exchange remain more or less the same, his 'favor' being far more valuable than a simple answer to a question, but she still found the handsome young mage oddly intriguing and figured that spending more time in his company was more likely to be beneficial(somehow) than detrimental and besides, it wasn't much of an inconvenience to be observed. "I accept..." she started, straining to cross her arms weakly over her chest for a moment before allowing them to drop limply to her sides once more, "...but on one condition." her tone suddenly turning a bit more mischievous, "That you allow me to use you as a source."

The condition was simple enough, it wouldn't take much effort on his part and the effort that it did require would be considered as added value to make the exchange a bit more equal... she was really getting a hold of the Sahovan way. "I will warn you however, that the animation process isn't quite riveting to watch, most of it taking place within my mind once the link is formed." she was not sure if those involved, e.g: The Source, were granted additional insight and would consider it a little experiment of her own. Once she'd layed out the terms she turned her full gaze on the cold grey-green gaze of her fellow reimancer as she awaited his response, already feeling a tinge of excitement run through her body.

[Orin Fenix]

Kamilla

Skills

Cosmetology 1
Planning 1
Organization 1
Observation 5
Investigation 1
Socialization 4
Glyping 2
Interrogation 4
Negotiation 3
Reimancy 2
Tactics 1

Lores

Location: Gug Andjak
Keene: Not Very Talkative
Keene: Prefers Sahova to Zeltiva
Sahova: Information Exchanges
Keene: Shielder, Glypher and Reimancer
Judgement: Show Off Your Best
Keene: Master of Ice
Reimancy: Stone Dart
Remiancy: Para-element Theory
Reimancy: Can Manipulate Ice and Lightning
Keene: Highly Skilled Mage
An Eye-opening Experience
Reimancy: Boulder Toss
Keene: Warden Initiate
Sahova: Wardens Protect the Island

Rewards/Consequences

Consequence: For the next ten days Kamilla will feel severe muscle aches in her arms as a result of her overgiving

Notes :

Well this was a lovely thread! It's great seeing Kamilla just starting to navigate the strange atmosphere that is Sahovan politics. I particularly liked seeing her struggle with the realization that she was a novice compared to Keene. I can't wait to see what becomes of her in the future.

One quick note, I gave you the point in cosmetology but since she didn't have any I'm not sure her make-up would be immaculate. However, you said it was simple so I awarded it.

Keene Ward

Skills

Land Navigation 1
Unarmed Combat 1
Endurance 1
Observation 3
Investigation 1
Glyphing 1
Negotiation 2
Interrogation 2
Reimancy 2
Tactics 2
Intelligence 1
Persuasion 1
Subterfuge 1

Lores

Location: The Prairie
Kamilla: Very Fashionable
Why Do People Persist in Confusing Words with Meaning?
Kamilla: New in Town
Kamilla: Romancer and Animator
Reimancy: Ice Pillars
Reimancy: Wind Chakram
Sunberth: Doesn't Support Magic
Kamilla: Learned Animation from her Grandmother

Notes :

As always, a lovely read. I'm excited to see Keene learning more about the games people play on Sahova as well as expanding his knowledge on new magical disciplines. I think it's brilliant and hints at even more greatness to come.