MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
The look she gave him was startled, almost alarmed. The idea that Amun would go after Nate for doing something she'd been only too happy to go along with was... awkward. To say the least. Perhaps the man should have better control, perhaps they shouldn't have needed Sunnjata to step in to make sure she didn't get carried away, but... in the end, nothing had gone awry.
"You sound like a protective older brother, Amun" she pointed out, and looked rather delighted about it. "You don't have to, though. I'm not hurt." Not this time, at least, and some of that reservation bled through to cloud her expression. If Nate did not find another way to research her ailment, then... they would have to do it again. She explained that bit too, finding it oddly refreshing to have someone to share it all with. Someone who wasn't judging, or taking advantage of the situation.
"Mmmh... difficult to say. Making big structures is fine, but... there's so much power pressing on, all the time. Sometimes it slips when I'm not focused enough at holding it back... Sometimes when I get lost in thought it begins to leak. Frost spreading everywhere, that sort of thing."
Holding up a palm, she focused on it and made a cold, clear flower of ice grow up from her skin. It started off small, well shaped and gentle looking... but before long it was clear she began to struggle. Thorny spikes began to jut out of the structure at random, the temperature of it fluctuation wildly between icy cold and steaming hot. When ice began to shoot out from the rest of her hand, further up the palm, she hastily threw away what she'd begun to make and brought the arm up to her chest, closing the eyes to steady her breath. Ease the barriers back down around her mind.
"It doesn't... contain easily," she finally managed to say.
"You sound like a protective older brother, Amun" she pointed out, and looked rather delighted about it. "You don't have to, though. I'm not hurt." Not this time, at least, and some of that reservation bled through to cloud her expression. If Nate did not find another way to research her ailment, then... they would have to do it again. She explained that bit too, finding it oddly refreshing to have someone to share it all with. Someone who wasn't judging, or taking advantage of the situation.
"Mmmh... difficult to say. Making big structures is fine, but... there's so much power pressing on, all the time. Sometimes it slips when I'm not focused enough at holding it back... Sometimes when I get lost in thought it begins to leak. Frost spreading everywhere, that sort of thing."
Holding up a palm, she focused on it and made a cold, clear flower of ice grow up from her skin. It started off small, well shaped and gentle looking... but before long it was clear she began to struggle. Thorny spikes began to jut out of the structure at random, the temperature of it fluctuation wildly between icy cold and steaming hot. When ice began to shoot out from the rest of her hand, further up the palm, she hastily threw away what she'd begun to make and brought the arm up to her chest, closing the eyes to steady her breath. Ease the barriers back down around her mind.
"It doesn't... contain easily," she finally managed to say.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
