Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
That is how most of us start, rumbled the giant, and Alys pursed her lips. She supposed that he may be right, but she was not the most patient of people. She wanted to see results now. Still, she remembered when she had first picked up the tarot. She hadn't known the meanings of the cards then - it had taken study and practice. Perhaps the man was right, and magic was no different.
But where to start?
She watched as the man straightened, inspecting his handiwork, and she turned her attention to the gate as well. The panels were indeed straightened, fixed so cleanly that she could no longer tell that they had been bent in the first place. She could see how one would practice useful magic. But what was she to do to practice her illusions? "If you had illusion magic, what would you do with it?" she asked curiously.
But where to start?
She watched as the man straightened, inspecting his handiwork, and she turned her attention to the gate as well. The panels were indeed straightened, fixed so cleanly that she could no longer tell that they had been bent in the first place. She could see how one would practice useful magic. But what was she to do to practice her illusions? "If you had illusion magic, what would you do with it?" she asked curiously.
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
