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[July 19][Original] A Little Magic
Title: A Little Magic
Day/Theme: July 19, 200 "if logic or theories cannot explain"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Page, Saselia, etc.
Rating: G
"So, can you show us some magic?" Saselia finally asked. She smiled with relief as well an anticipation as soon as the words had passed her lips. She'd been aching to ask this particular question the entire time they had been traveling with Page, but it just hadn't seemed proper when they were deciding how to deal with the remains of her late teacher or after that when Page was openly mourning him. Now that the young girl had taken her feelings inside, Saselia could no longer contain herself, even though it was still a bit early for such pestering. It was just that she really, really wanted to see what kind of magic the student of such a famous wizard could work.
"I barely know any magic," Page admitted bitterly, "For a long time Master Simmo wasn't willing to teach me any. ...And then it wasn't much longer until he snuck off to Silesia. ...And you know what happened here." All she had were memories and regrets. Simmo had been like an older brother to her, and she'd had so many hopes about how she'd serve and learn from him for many years to come. Now it was all over. She could seek out another wizard and beg for an apprenticeship, or she could let her dreams slip away. It was a matter she would have to invest some serious time in considering.
Saselia had spare knowledge of the ways of wizards. She thought of them as mysterious people beyond her scope. Little magic was performed in Silesia. The majority of the most famous wizards spoken of there were Catalonian. "No, don't worry!" she urged the brown-haired girl, "I don't know anything about magic, so I'll be impressed whatever you come up with!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing a little something either," Fado admitted, while Simcha nodded and grinned with excitement. Bashir too felt a wary interest in the possibility of a spell being cast right in front of them. He had heard it said that his father had employed several wizards to protect his borders. ...Of course, in the end their spells had not prevailed over the might of Fado and the Silesian Imperial Army.
"Alright then," Page agreed, smiling just slightly. Despite the somber circumstances, weaving enchantments always cheered her up. "I'm going to crystallize some water then. You'll like this." She rummage through her small bag, making a reverent gesture when she brushed by her master's ashes, to pull out her canteen, veering slightly off the main path as she walked. "Wouldn't want to clog up the road," she said by way of explanation as the others followed her to the grassy roadside.
Saselia leaned eagerly close as Page twisted the top off the bottle and whispered some mystical words that sounded something like a mix of common Sursi and old Catalonian. Her voice was changed as she murmured the spell. It was rich and textured in comparison to her usual childlike speech. For a moment Saselia thought her lips were glowing. She slowly tipped the canteen, allowing water to pour out in a gentle stream. It seemed a normal enough gesture until the flow began to break up and harden into clear, bluish crystals that dropped into the soft rye grass at her feet. "How's that?" she asked, her voice fragile and young again compared to the mysterious age and wisdom contained in the magical language.
Saselia wanted to pick up one of the crystals, but was afraid it would shatter in her hand.
"Go on, you can touch them," Page reassured her, seeing that hesitance.
Following the young wizard's advice, Saselia bent down and scooped up the glass-like crystals in her hand. They were about the size of chestnuts, and pointed like sea urchins, a little sharp, but cool to the touch. Just as Page had indicated, they remained solid upon her palm, glinting in the midday sunlight.
"Wow!" Bashir gasped, reaching out gingerly to touch them. "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it!"
"A lot of people say that about magic." Page knew that feeling of realistic disbelief as well as anyone. She hadn't thought much of the talk of magic spreading through the Royal Academy until she had met Simmo Kepelgann himself. There was nothing else within this world quite like the hidden powers dancing through the universe and harnessed by that select few who were recognized as true wizards.
"Here you go," Saselia tried to pass the crystals back to Page, but found her gesture promptly turned down.
"They're for you, all of you. Keep them. That's why I made four," she smiled innocently.
Day/Theme: July 19, 200 "if logic or theories cannot explain"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Page, Saselia, etc.
Rating: G
"So, can you show us some magic?" Saselia finally asked. She smiled with relief as well an anticipation as soon as the words had passed her lips. She'd been aching to ask this particular question the entire time they had been traveling with Page, but it just hadn't seemed proper when they were deciding how to deal with the remains of her late teacher or after that when Page was openly mourning him. Now that the young girl had taken her feelings inside, Saselia could no longer contain herself, even though it was still a bit early for such pestering. It was just that she really, really wanted to see what kind of magic the student of such a famous wizard could work.
"I barely know any magic," Page admitted bitterly, "For a long time Master Simmo wasn't willing to teach me any. ...And then it wasn't much longer until he snuck off to Silesia. ...And you know what happened here." All she had were memories and regrets. Simmo had been like an older brother to her, and she'd had so many hopes about how she'd serve and learn from him for many years to come. Now it was all over. She could seek out another wizard and beg for an apprenticeship, or she could let her dreams slip away. It was a matter she would have to invest some serious time in considering.
Saselia had spare knowledge of the ways of wizards. She thought of them as mysterious people beyond her scope. Little magic was performed in Silesia. The majority of the most famous wizards spoken of there were Catalonian. "No, don't worry!" she urged the brown-haired girl, "I don't know anything about magic, so I'll be impressed whatever you come up with!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing a little something either," Fado admitted, while Simcha nodded and grinned with excitement. Bashir too felt a wary interest in the possibility of a spell being cast right in front of them. He had heard it said that his father had employed several wizards to protect his borders. ...Of course, in the end their spells had not prevailed over the might of Fado and the Silesian Imperial Army.
"Alright then," Page agreed, smiling just slightly. Despite the somber circumstances, weaving enchantments always cheered her up. "I'm going to crystallize some water then. You'll like this." She rummage through her small bag, making a reverent gesture when she brushed by her master's ashes, to pull out her canteen, veering slightly off the main path as she walked. "Wouldn't want to clog up the road," she said by way of explanation as the others followed her to the grassy roadside.
Saselia leaned eagerly close as Page twisted the top off the bottle and whispered some mystical words that sounded something like a mix of common Sursi and old Catalonian. Her voice was changed as she murmured the spell. It was rich and textured in comparison to her usual childlike speech. For a moment Saselia thought her lips were glowing. She slowly tipped the canteen, allowing water to pour out in a gentle stream. It seemed a normal enough gesture until the flow began to break up and harden into clear, bluish crystals that dropped into the soft rye grass at her feet. "How's that?" she asked, her voice fragile and young again compared to the mysterious age and wisdom contained in the magical language.
Saselia wanted to pick up one of the crystals, but was afraid it would shatter in her hand.
"Go on, you can touch them," Page reassured her, seeing that hesitance.
Following the young wizard's advice, Saselia bent down and scooped up the glass-like crystals in her hand. They were about the size of chestnuts, and pointed like sea urchins, a little sharp, but cool to the touch. Just as Page had indicated, they remained solid upon her palm, glinting in the midday sunlight.
"Wow!" Bashir gasped, reaching out gingerly to touch them. "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it!"
"A lot of people say that about magic." Page knew that feeling of realistic disbelief as well as anyone. She hadn't thought much of the talk of magic spreading through the Royal Academy until she had met Simmo Kepelgann himself. There was nothing else within this world quite like the hidden powers dancing through the universe and harnessed by that select few who were recognized as true wizards.
"Here you go," Saselia tried to pass the crystals back to Page, but found her gesture promptly turned down.
"They're for you, all of you. Keep them. That's why I made four," she smiled innocently.