-Raeg'n-
Weak. They were all weak and lazy, idling by as others were tortured and ignored. Turning the other cheek to those in need, too consumed with their own desires and agendas. This was what she was born for. This was why she was here. It was the reason she had no family. A Champion could not have attachments.
Her hard eyes, the color of burnished gold-plated armor, steadied on the dark mare, the only one bold enough to speak up. The only one to choose to hear an orphan with a voice. It was for her own gain that she stayed, perking up at the mention of magic. Even still, she had made the decision to stay and hear Raeg'n out. That was more than could be said of the others around.
I can restore any and all magics, she replied simply. I can make you whole again.
She let a moment stretch between them as she considered the woman. She was no warrior, would not be passing on knowledge of battle tactics or training. Instead, her desperation, her weakness, was what tugged at Raeg'n the most. Yes, she did indeed wish to be a great fighter. Not for her own welfare, but for those broken and lost, incomplete. Those that needed a voice, a protector.
A savior.
Her eyes softened just a little, the color of warm honey. There is no price for you. I only ask that you hold a favor to me in the future should I ever have need of your assistance. She stood back, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The only magic she could feel within her was the borrowed power of the fairy, the ability to make this creature whole once more. It was cool and faint, a sly tendril of magic that danced out of her reach.
She grasped it carefully in her mind, coaxing it gently. The wily thing slipped away and she frowned. She tried again, this time gripping it with the strength of her focus. Her eyes opened and illuminated with the power, glowing brightly as she weaved and wrapped the tendril around the woman. In her mind, she could see it leash to itself and hold, then absorbed itself within her skin.
She blinked the magic from her eyes, a wide, victorious smile spreading her lips and excitement in her voice. Now. Show me what you can do! She felt laughter bubbling up and she let it out. Joy lit through her with an electric shock. She had done it! She restored her just as the greatest champion surely would. It was the beginning of her future as a defender of the weak. The powerful liberator of the oppressed.
Her hard eyes, the color of burnished gold-plated armor, steadied on the dark mare, the only one bold enough to speak up. The only one to choose to hear an orphan with a voice. It was for her own gain that she stayed, perking up at the mention of magic. Even still, she had made the decision to stay and hear Raeg'n out. That was more than could be said of the others around.
I can restore any and all magics, she replied simply. I can make you whole again.
She let a moment stretch between them as she considered the woman. She was no warrior, would not be passing on knowledge of battle tactics or training. Instead, her desperation, her weakness, was what tugged at Raeg'n the most. Yes, she did indeed wish to be a great fighter. Not for her own welfare, but for those broken and lost, incomplete. Those that needed a voice, a protector.
A savior.
Her eyes softened just a little, the color of warm honey. There is no price for you. I only ask that you hold a favor to me in the future should I ever have need of your assistance. She stood back, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The only magic she could feel within her was the borrowed power of the fairy, the ability to make this creature whole once more. It was cool and faint, a sly tendril of magic that danced out of her reach.
She grasped it carefully in her mind, coaxing it gently. The wily thing slipped away and she frowned. She tried again, this time gripping it with the strength of her focus. Her eyes opened and illuminated with the power, glowing brightly as she weaved and wrapped the tendril around the woman. In her mind, she could see it leash to itself and hold, then absorbed itself within her skin.
She blinked the magic from her eyes, a wide, victorious smile spreading her lips and excitement in her voice. Now. Show me what you can do! She felt laughter bubbling up and she let it out. Joy lit through her with an electric shock. She had done it! She restored her just as the greatest champion surely would. It was the beginning of her future as a defender of the weak. The powerful liberator of the oppressed.