orientation ♔ i don't remember one jump or one leap

[wildmind]

WHO || Nessa, Diana, Faye [open]
WHAT || Nessa meets with her squire(s)
WHERE || Dragon's Fire common room
WHEN || Friday Aug 1st.
HOW || Actionspam

[ Nessa figures it's about time to hit two birds with one stone, so she's invited Faye for a catch-up in the common room, and texted her new squire to come join her. And failed to mention this fact to either of them.

:') ]

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[wildmind]

[ nessa moves off to the side of the room, aimlessly picking up a book and frowning at the cover, then setting it down, watching them out of the corner of her eye ]

[astrae]

[Uh, no. Diana hardly ever complains, ok. Woodland creatures probably help dress her Disney cartoon-style in the morning, even.

She does cast a glance toward their mentor as Faye is speaking because this doesn't seem like the best of ideas, before curling her hands into fists and closing her eyes. She isn't going to get hurt, not with someone else here she just... needs to trust that.] I told you, I don't know how that happened - it was an accident.

[reallywicked]

Shut up. [But it's not quite as biting because now she's curious.]

With me it's this voice, something in the back of my mind- a few words that come from nowhere. [She's also closed her eyes now, thinking about it, how it felt. That power.]

You have to listen to it and concentrate. Think about the way a flame looks, how smoke moves and rises just before that spark takes. [You'd think she was talking about a long lost lover.]

Think about the bowl, about the paper. It wants to burn, and it's so easy...

[wildmind]

[ nessa's still watching carefully, but she doesn't evince any visible concern over faye's words, just nods encouragingly ]

[astrae]

[Okay so maybe her eyebrows lifted a bit at being told to shut up, but other than that she sits perfectly still and listens to Faye instruct her. The bowl is easy to picture: large, and just slightly ornate enough not to be used for soup or serving punch at a party.

The paper is slightly more difficult but only because she hadn't gotten a good look at it before she'd been told to close her eyes. They had bonfires somewhere, she thinks. Somewhere familiar - maybe where she's from? That's the image she holds in her mind, even as her temples begin to throb with a memory that she can't tug out of her mind. The flames in her mind lick at a pitch black sky, twirling upward like silk ribbons, and the memory of sooty campfires sticks in her nose soon after. Diana feels it then, the same warm sureness that had come over her in the hallway, like a beam of sunlight shining directly upon her.]

Burn bright. [She's not sure why, but the same words Faye used that afternoon stick in her mind, like complimentary puzzle pieces. They're right (spellcraft 16).] Ignite.

[reallywicked]

[In the bowl, a small trail of smoke rises and Faye has to admit that she's impressed. It's only a moment longer before the heat turns to actual flame and the paper is slowly overtaken by the fire.]

Maybe you're not so useless after all.

[That is... almost a compliment.]

[wildmind]

Impressive. [ it's ok, nessa's here for the compliment ] And well controlled.

[astrae]

[She almost sort of doesn’t want to believe that this is happening but the smell of smoke sifts up through the common room, woody and bitter when she breathes in. By the time Diana has opened her eyes again, a small cluster of flames is gathered near the center of the bowl and the heat licks at her cheeks, amplifying her (pleased) blush.] Thank you?

[Obviously, she’s a little distracted right now. Her eyes meet Faye’s first, and then she looks across the room to where Nessa has settled herself, but her gaze always comes back to the bowl full of fire. For a moment it seems to falter, the yellow glow dimming just slightly as her focus shifts.]

We’d be in danger if it weren’t. [This room is maybe a bit too full of flammable stuff and right now Diana is trying to not look directly at any of it, since who knows what else she could combust with her brain.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye immediately rolls her eyes.]

Yeah right. Like you could do any actual damage to this place.

[astrae]

[No, but she might be able to ruin your shoes. Not that she ever would. Her fingers curl around the edge of the table, and she meets Faye's eyes, feeling a little bit braver - even if the fact that she just set something on fire with her mind is still rolling around, undigested in her thoughts.]

I wasn't thinking of me.

[wildmind]

[ mildly: ] Both of you have the capacity to do great damage anywhere you go - or to enact great good. The power itself that you wield doesn't care which path you choose. It isn't good or evil: it's merely power. You make the call of how it's wielded.

[reallywicked]

Apparently I make the call on more than that seeing as how you haven't shown me anything since I got here.

[wildmind]

The day you develop psionics, perhaps you could actually learn something about powers from me.

[astrae]

[Ouch. Diana bites her lip and looks down at her hands, mulling over what Nessa's told them.] That means it's a weapon, isn't it? [Like an uncocked gun, maybe. She and Faye could protect or destroy like that?]

Is that how Wynn wants us to wield it?

[wildmind]

A weapon, a tool, a poultice. It can be many things, depending on the hands it's in.

[reallywicked]

[Faye has no idea what psionics are. She is convinced she could develop them if she wanted to. She just doesn't want to.]

Is this the part where you lecture us about responsibility?

[wildmind]

I don't think either of us would benefit from that.

[astrae]

[Well you'd benefit if you actually applied any of it, but. Diana casts a glance at Faye.

There's not much of a chance of that, is there?]

Learning magic that extends beyond destruction might be useful.

[reallywicked]

That or boring- take your pick. [yaaaawn]

[astrae]

Controlling the chaos then.

[ that's basically the diana equivalent of sticking her tongue out mockingly. ]