[ She repeats as well, waving a finger between them before she happily divests the bag of books into his arms. She's hot and feels sweat on her face despite the chill still in the air outside, and gives herself that time as they walk towards the library to divest herself of her heavy cloak.
She takes a heaving breath and exhales through her nose, trying to calm down her heart rate as she dumps her cloak on a chair and flops down in the other. ]
Hand me that big book there, the one with the purple binding. It's history on the fade mages, not really a huge entry, but it does say that -see here- Power in a raw form has found an outlet, both visible and in ways that only we of arcane proclivity can sense.
It's not about learning, it's about feeling. Like before.
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[ She repeats as well, waving a finger between them before she happily divests the bag of books into his arms. She's hot and feels sweat on her face despite the chill still in the air outside, and gives herself that time as they walk towards the library to divest herself of her heavy cloak.
She takes a heaving breath and exhales through her nose, trying to calm down her heart rate as she dumps her cloak on a chair and flops down in the other. ]
Hand me that big book there, the one with the purple binding. It's history on the fade mages, not really a huge entry, but it does say that -see here- Power in a raw form has found an outlet, both visible and in ways that only we of arcane proclivity can sense.
It's not about learning, it's about feeling. Like before.