#demenia & age'ian

[triinitas]

For Demenia, he pulls the Queen of Swords, Reversed. "Goodness, so many reversals today. Reversed, the queen becomes cold and volatile, her wit becoming conflict. Its a sign to regain control of yourself, to try and approach people with a little more compassion."

Demenia's eyes widened. More compassion, she couldn't believe it. All this time she'd convinced herself that she was putting her kindest foot forward, and did everything in her power to demonstrate empathy. Control? Was she succumbing to the very thing she sought to run away from - whatever foul influences her mother had on her? Was she becoming her mother? The wizard's eyes sparkled with new moisture, though she held her composure together in front of the stranger. "Oh--I--I see. Thank you so much, erm.." darn, she'd already forgotten his name! "Sir?"

Subtly trembling hands were wrung together. "I'll see to it that I try to do those things, do you... should I..." Without finishing the question, the drow fished out a few coins and handed them to the man. She bit her lower lip, stood up, and began to hurry away.

[triinitas]

@fortunefeather sent:

"The spell was wrong, but there was true magic in it! Try again."

Demenia's ear tips reddened to a deep purple. She was young - only in her 30s - and magick had not yet consumed her life. The drow let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head. "I don't think I can do it," she said. For some reason she could get the feel of the spell, but actually summoning an illusion was proving difficult for her.

She knew Age'ian would not allow her to simply give up. Her eyes squinted, face screwed up in a hyper-focused expression and tried again. Her hands waved through the air just as Age'ian had demonstrated (if a bit mechanical) and spoke the words she needed to speak.

Nothing happened. A wisp of something may have shimmered at her fingertips, but otherwise, the Weave was quiet. Unresponsive.

Her hands flew to her face. Her eyes were beginning to water and she did not want her instructor to see. Instead, she inhaled deep, and shook her head - hands still covering her eyes. "It is much too hard for me, I don't think I can do illusions!"