Alys Glasse
Alys flushed with pleasure at the praise, however small, unused to such allowances from others. Her magic had always been something to be ashamed of or simply to ignore; never before had she had someone tell her she'd made a good start with it - except for Talyson, who had simply wanted to observe her creations with some strange goggles. He'd been quite kind about her magic, even if he had been confused by her divination.
Practice, at least, was something that Alys understood well. It had taken her some time - years, in fact - to master the Tarot, and it occurred to her now that magic couldn't be that different. In that sense, perhaps hard work was not so out of the realm of possibility for her. It would take dedication and intention to improve her magic, just as it had taken dedication and intention to improve her Sight. That was an interesting thought. She believed firmly in the power of setting intentions. Could she make her magic stronger through intention and the subsequent follow through?
Too focused now to be embarrassed or shy, she focused on bringing her mouse back into existence. It shimmered into view just long enough for the shape to form before Alys realized that Deimos had summoned icy shards that danced around her. The shape of her mouse flickered, its edges becoming fuzzy and undefined as her attention drifted. It was difficult to keep her focus on both the mouse and her surroundings. As she eyed the ice shards warily, her mouse faded from view; as she returned her attention to the mouse, she lost sight of the ice shards.
Practice, at least, was something that Alys understood well. It had taken her some time - years, in fact - to master the Tarot, and it occurred to her now that magic couldn't be that different. In that sense, perhaps hard work was not so out of the realm of possibility for her. It would take dedication and intention to improve her magic, just as it had taken dedication and intention to improve her Sight. That was an interesting thought. She believed firmly in the power of setting intentions. Could she make her magic stronger through intention and the subsequent follow through?
Too focused now to be embarrassed or shy, she focused on bringing her mouse back into existence. It shimmered into view just long enough for the shape to form before Alys realized that Deimos had summoned icy shards that danced around her. The shape of her mouse flickered, its edges becoming fuzzy and undefined as her attention drifted. It was difficult to keep her focus on both the mouse and her surroundings. As she eyed the ice shards warily, her mouse faded from view; as she returned her attention to the mouse, she lost sight of the ice shards.
