Brush Fire

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast Well, well...wasn't she just the epitome of calm and cool detachment? She liked it very much. "Both." she said with a slight shrug, still looking down at her curiously. As she lifted her arm and the moss fell to the ground she raised a brow. How very interesting. "I see...a passive magic then?" she asked. Hm. It didn't seem particularly useful unless one wished to hide but...if one went about the world staring at things and people that might be exactly the point. "Why were you watching me?" ZARIAH