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[wolof]

Hello.

[ The voice is clear, and despite the fact that she's rarely spoken through communion, surprisingly clear, and with no lack of authority to her tone. ]

I have discovered that there are some among us who have come into some sort of magic, or abilities, since arriving. Some even have a gift from before they arrived, that has thus gone unutilitzed. [ Rand. ]

If we are to be at war -- to win against a foe with greater resources than we have, then we should utilize every advantage possible. I know I've spoken to others here, who have a great deal of competency with the arcane. I believe it would be best, if we pooled our resources, to teach those among us who are not so practiced. Whether it is powers granted in this realm, or... [ said with a bit of a laugh: ] simply magic, there are methods to make them simpler to call, or with practice, they can take less effort to use.

While I'm no professional instructor, I have advised others on the use of magic when they were new to workings before, and any sufficiently trained magister can instruct another on at least the basics, and I think we should do so before we find ourselves on the field again. Even if you are practiced with your gift, I am sure there is worth in working together, to learn how our respective talents can work together, before we allow each other to be exposed, or even worse: injured or killed.

[ A pause. ]

Consider this a...statement of intent, if you will. I normally favor staying in Godsblood, but given the...volatile nature of unpracticed magic, I think I will find myself an appropriately sized clearing near Greentruth, if others wish to join me. A scant few days of instruction, if you will. I do not think it will be hard to find, if you are in the vicinity in the next few days. If others are willing, perhaps it will be of use, to make this regular for practice.

[ ooc; I'll be intending to put up something of a loose open log for magic-based folks to collaborate/help out any characters who are just coming into new powers, want practice or instruction, or just want to strategize with magic-related combat in general later this week! ]

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[wolof]

[ She raised the glass in a small salute, before she took a sip. ]

No, but it's...novel. Praes is... deserts, as far as the eye can see. Our land is so dry, and farmland requires... a great deal of hard decisions, to make it usable.

[ Hard decisions.

Human Sacrifice. ]

It's one of the reasons why we've taken over our neighbor so many times. We must, to feed our people.

[ And oh, Callow hated them for it. ]

[inutilis]

[ Abel's smile becomes slightly muted at that, fading around the edges; he understands, even if he wishes he didn't. their first talk had touched upon such subjects... and after his dip into her memories in Venera, he cannot help but grasp with totality the dark places Akua had been willing to go, along with others in her world. ]

Have things come to be any easier with time...?

[ things had been changing in her world from what he could garner - and with the defeat of a great evil prior to her waking in Horos, maybe that would tip the scales in the people's favor? make their lives a little less... harrowing. ]

[wolof]

Feeding our people?

[ She shrugged. ] Dread Empress Malicia had certainly prioritized keeping Callow under our control, and it's... worked rather well. Better than trying to control the weather with sorcery. The amount of power required was exorbitant.

[ But... ]

Whether it will be different, in a new age... [ That distant, sad look, again. ] I suppose we'll never know.

[inutilis]

You might, yet.

[ Abel cradles the glass in his hands for a moment, gaze traveling beyond the rail to where the beautiful expanse of the city lies below. ]

We don't know what the future holds for us, what becoming an 'Aion' means for us should we find our way back home. It very well could be a second chance, Miss Akua-- don't you think?

[wolof]

[ It's all...so hopeful. Akua isn't one to the bouts of despair or malaise that would lead her to fall to the Kenoma, but even so... she felt like she was still straddling that in-between.

She didn't know if she could truly believe that she could go home.

Not when she wasn't sure if there was a Calernia to go home to. ]

We can hope.

Although...I do wonder. What if there are worlds of ours that are gone? There is the possibility that we may be here for a long time.

[inutilis]

[ mm... Abel is mulling this over as he takes a bit of cheese and jerky from the assortment of snacks between them, turning it over in his fingers. ]

It's... possible. A possibility, at least, we can't take off the table.

[ but... ]

But even if it were, there is nothing that says those worlds are lost to us forever. Without understanding how they'd even be destroyed... believing there is no undoing, saving them-- that is a little hasty of us, don't you think? Especially with so much we don't know, haven't yet discovered about being in Horos.

[wolof]

[ Her fingers held a piece of cheese, and she worked it between her fingers. ]

I suppose...you may be right. [ Her lips quirked. ] I should be used to impossible odds, we lived and breathed them, when we were marching on the Dead King.

What's a few more?