She is somewhat stiff in her acceptance of my request but nonetheless accepts it. She sheds her coat and I find myself looking at her in wonder. The strange tunic she wears, the way the light dapples on her pale skin, the abruptness with which she moves.
I settle down by her side, my skirt gently spreading in a green pool by my feet, my loose hair a cloak about my shoulders listening as she finally speaks. My turn, I guess,Ever heard of the term 'mage'? I incline my head as I turn the word around in my mind. I think I have heard of it before, a term used for those mortals who are not so blind to the currents of Power as most are.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-10-06 12:55 am (UTC)I settle down by her side, my skirt gently spreading in a green pool by my feet, my loose hair a cloak about my shoulders listening as she finally speaks. I incline my head as I turn the word around in my mind. I think I have heard of it before, a term used for those mortals who are not so blind to the currents of Power as most are.
"Aye, that I have. "