Yesterday, 6:02 AM
What is magick?
An excellent question, truly. What made up magick, its essence, what made it unique, something to treasure and respect.
Kirain let out a quiet hum as they walked, searching for the best way to answer.
Well, magick is many things. It is the snow that flutters around us, the flowing of rivers. It is the shift in sunlight during summer, and the gentle changing of colors in autumn. The earth carries energy, spirits. There is a give and take, a natural flow.
She paused briefly, her gaze drifting before returning to him.
This land is… different. It has been touched by something else. Spirits of another time that ache for resolution.
How else could she explain the strange dreams? The way the ground trembled as the moving isle cried out?
Something has hurt it, wounded it deeply. And we have been tasked with helping it heal, through our actions.
She gave a small, almost apologetic smile.
I don’t know how well that answers your question, but… that is the truth of it.
Silver eyes softened as they lingered on him. So young. So inexperienced.
It made her heart ache, for a child forced into such a troubled world.
