#/heelys in 320984 days late with starbucks

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The young stone mage went through the movements her ronin Master had shown her. Stones followed, swirling and soaring around her, willed by her magic. Soon, the young student grew distracted, her movements turning into a dance, voice lifting into a quiet song. It was alright ; this place was remote and safe, far away from Noxians or townsfolk.

            HUMAN MAGIC WAS AN ILK. xayah's senses recoiled at the very presence of it. how they controlled it. for the vastaya, the use of magic was a conversation; an engagement. they SPOKE to the energy, to the land, and it worked with them. provided its strength into their being, their systems. vastaya were connected, part of it, so the result was harmonious exchange. there was no forcing as mages did. it was why when wild magic was released from quinlon prisons, there was so much destruction. the chaos took back a l l that people had interrupted its existence with. all that it had been driven to do with no will of its own. seeing that havoc, that explosion of colors and vibrancy and strength and retaliation... it revitalized her. literally and figuratively.

     such thoughts were burrowed away for the time being. even as the sensation of a human's magic was brought to her. it felt like a sludge carrying over her limbs, thick and slow, as though confused, uncertain. it wasn't in pain, it wasn't even necessarily fighting against it. if lhotlan was fully honest with herself, mages were not doing anything terrible, but their practice was not something of a personal agreement to xayah's expectations of life. at least many of them respected magic, balance, the land. it gave them s o m e meager advantage within her mind; and rakan was more inclined to trust them when they provided as such in terms of viewpoint.

             she held the twines of color briefly, watching them shiver in her hold, letting her know the direction of control. curiosity took to her mind, and talons played careful steps across the earth to locate the user. what she would come to find was not the expectation her thoughts had begun to craft, but apathy was held close to usually strained countenance. movement was taken to keep out of sight, almost a MIRROR of the girl's dance, easily striding and bending and sweeping in response to keep herself hidden; to prevent disturbance. though it eventually came to pause, and xayah would be found standing near directly in front, blush colored lips drawn back into sinister smiled greeting, entire form stiff and watchful.

      "what brings you out here all alone, little rock dancer?" shielded a threat for certain. but there steeled a moment to remind herself she ought not to stir trouble simply for the sake of trouble. it wouldn't hurt to determine any possible concerns that could impact her, however.

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