09-06-2016, 06:25 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Reagan’s time here was fleeting. She had seen a group gathering and had gone in the direction of them because she was tired of being alone—and waiting for Ruan. Watching the two males together, she remembered why she enjoyed the purple-spotted stallions company—
It was because she could trust him. So she sighed, and shifted her weight, finally having gotten over the fact that she was indeed magic-less. And in this group, she knew she was not the only one, for it was obvious that Jason had changed his appearance and had gone through a mind-glimmer, for it seemed he had forgotten his old friend. One other—a male, turned to her and addressed her. Magnus he said he name was. Why did that name sound familiar? She dipped her head in a greeting, her moss-tinged hair drawing away from her face as she addressed him. “And I am Reagan, it is a pleasure to meet you, Magnus.”
But it is when Jason turns to her, and corrects her not as Jason, but as his son, she was able to understand… This was Jason’s scent… Jason’s Magic. Jason’s very essence. Her eyes gone wide, she realized that even Jason—a magician like herself—had succumbed to the waste of this land, and she had had to wonder what kind of love it would have taken to sacrifice his own powers to see the wellbeing of the one who stood before her. An almost instantaneous respect fell over her for this one, and his protective nature over his mate and their daughter. And when she talked to them, she attempted to keep a tear out of her eye and tried to ignore the lump in her throat—was there truly no one left here from her days? “I can see your blood, son of Jason. It is your fathers, which says to me that you are a good man. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Yes, I knew your father quite well. I dare say, other than Carnage, there seems to be no one else left from that era.”
It was because she could trust him. So she sighed, and shifted her weight, finally having gotten over the fact that she was indeed magic-less. And in this group, she knew she was not the only one, for it was obvious that Jason had changed his appearance and had gone through a mind-glimmer, for it seemed he had forgotten his old friend. One other—a male, turned to her and addressed her. Magnus he said he name was. Why did that name sound familiar? She dipped her head in a greeting, her moss-tinged hair drawing away from her face as she addressed him. “And I am Reagan, it is a pleasure to meet you, Magnus.”
But it is when Jason turns to her, and corrects her not as Jason, but as his son, she was able to understand… This was Jason’s scent… Jason’s Magic. Jason’s very essence. Her eyes gone wide, she realized that even Jason—a magician like herself—had succumbed to the waste of this land, and she had had to wonder what kind of love it would have taken to sacrifice his own powers to see the wellbeing of the one who stood before her. An almost instantaneous respect fell over her for this one, and his protective nature over his mate and their daughter. And when she talked to them, she attempted to keep a tear out of her eye and tried to ignore the lump in her throat—was there truly no one left here from her days? “I can see your blood, son of Jason. It is your fathers, which says to me that you are a good man. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Yes, I knew your father quite well. I dare say, other than Carnage, there seems to be no one else left from that era.”