03-14-2022, 09:04 PM
Beqanna was peaceful and quiet, except for the crackling of Aela’s open fires. Cheri stood with her wings tucked, watching as the empath spun her magic flames out of thin air. The golden mare was quick about the business; no sooner had Aela agreed to the pact than the flames sprung up around them, and that was impressive. Cheri was impressed with Aela’s speed and precision, knowing full and well how fickle elemental control could be. Her suspicions were as good as confirmed: Brilliant, bold, beautiful Aela - the closest thing Cheri ever had to an enemy - was powerful.
Closing her eyes, the withered pegasus took a lungful of the smoke-tainted air and held it in, pondering.
“I’ve only ever done something like this with Ledger, so be patient.” She huffed at last, looking head-on at a pair of eyes so blue they almost didn’t seem real.
We take this step-by-step, the mage breathed slowly, soothed by the familiar snap and hiss of fire burning dry grass. Her gaze never left Aela’s.
“You might feel something.” She warned before the prick.
Cheri was a healer. It had been her first act of magic, fascinating her ever since. She found patients dying in the forest and later applied her gifts to many; little animals with broken legs or wings could count on her ability to seek them out and mend the pain, and anyone traveling through Loess or Taiga was offered her services. She practiced and pondered, and tried to mold her healing into balms or patches or fast-acting injections, all to a high degree of success. Healing is what she knows best, so that’s where she begins.
In her mind she fashions a link between them, something she thinks of as transfusion. It’s something Cheri is comfortable and quick with, like Aela and her flames, and something she’s always given to others… at the cost of a mild reaction. She knew pain, knew all its levels, and aimed to give the least amount possible to the immortal Palomino (with a warning) before going any further.
If she was as good as she always was, (and Cheri thought herself pretty damn good at this point) then Aela might not even feel a thing. Just a slight tremble on the web of magic flowing out of her in waves, which Cheri could now visibly see all around them. Aela, the fires, the wind and light: everything looked like spectrums of gleaming, beautiful vibrations. The Empath’s magic was so strong it was nothing short of a force surrounding her, and Cheri felt awed in its presence. She held the link to Aela’s magic carefully, but with a relaxed control - and then when she felt steady enough she connected herself, allowing her own malleable powers to flow freely between them.
“Okay.” The mage proceeded. “Now listen carefully: my function is all over the place. Literally. I’ve teleported, healed, summoned bad weather, blown a damn light beam out of my head, and that’s just the beginning.” Cheri lingered over every word with an unnecessary amount of importance. She’d thought about this long and hard, after all. “I need you to focus. My powers work best when there’s a need, so start thinking, remembering, or trying to connect; I don’t care.”
Just do it, She glared. The wind picked up, blowing renewed life into the flames and adding to their hunger. They ate the grass, scorched the earth, and stretched into a circlet very much like a rune when seen from above, enclosing the mythics within. Cheri’s heartbeat slowed, and she waited for a sign that it was happening - more careful than ever to balance the link between them as the forest trees groaned their displeasure.
Closing her eyes, the withered pegasus took a lungful of the smoke-tainted air and held it in, pondering.
“I’ve only ever done something like this with Ledger, so be patient.” She huffed at last, looking head-on at a pair of eyes so blue they almost didn’t seem real.
We take this step-by-step, the mage breathed slowly, soothed by the familiar snap and hiss of fire burning dry grass. Her gaze never left Aela’s.
“You might feel something.” She warned before the prick.
Cheri was a healer. It had been her first act of magic, fascinating her ever since. She found patients dying in the forest and later applied her gifts to many; little animals with broken legs or wings could count on her ability to seek them out and mend the pain, and anyone traveling through Loess or Taiga was offered her services. She practiced and pondered, and tried to mold her healing into balms or patches or fast-acting injections, all to a high degree of success. Healing is what she knows best, so that’s where she begins.
In her mind she fashions a link between them, something she thinks of as transfusion. It’s something Cheri is comfortable and quick with, like Aela and her flames, and something she’s always given to others… at the cost of a mild reaction. She knew pain, knew all its levels, and aimed to give the least amount possible to the immortal Palomino (with a warning) before going any further.
If she was as good as she always was, (and Cheri thought herself pretty damn good at this point) then Aela might not even feel a thing. Just a slight tremble on the web of magic flowing out of her in waves, which Cheri could now visibly see all around them. Aela, the fires, the wind and light: everything looked like spectrums of gleaming, beautiful vibrations. The Empath’s magic was so strong it was nothing short of a force surrounding her, and Cheri felt awed in its presence. She held the link to Aela’s magic carefully, but with a relaxed control - and then when she felt steady enough she connected herself, allowing her own malleable powers to flow freely between them.
“Okay.” The mage proceeded. “Now listen carefully: my function is all over the place. Literally. I’ve teleported, healed, summoned bad weather, blown a damn light beam out of my head, and that’s just the beginning.” Cheri lingered over every word with an unnecessary amount of importance. She’d thought about this long and hard, after all. “I need you to focus. My powers work best when there’s a need, so start thinking, remembering, or trying to connect; I don’t care.”
Just do it, She glared. The wind picked up, blowing renewed life into the flames and adding to their hunger. They ate the grass, scorched the earth, and stretched into a circlet very much like a rune when seen from above, enclosing the mythics within. Cheri’s heartbeat slowed, and she waited for a sign that it was happening - more careful than ever to balance the link between them as the forest trees groaned their displeasure.
@Aela