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JellyFish
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Aretha blinked, watching him leave a mystified gaze flooding her. Licking the same lip that had been assaulted, she turned to her parents. King and Queen, who had looked to their daughter, shrugging helplessly. They knew her all too well. They neither had a clue of what the Lord had meant and they wouldn't bother to help her. She had dug herself into a game of wits with a beast of knowledge and let her stand on her own. So they ignored her, presently and quickly.
But she continued to watch them, observing the little shows of adoration they gave for the other. Slight touches, teasing words, and devoted glances. Curious was she, confused and unsure for what reasons. Why hadn't she noticed this? Biting the white nail of her thumb, she stared off into a far off distance with no existence.
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Godric couldn't stop peering at the man before him. What an oddity for anyone to talk to him. Usually left to his own devices without much disturbance, he passed in and out without much thought. But now he had to think and ponder. He looked at the man before him, not paying mind to the short haired woman who brought refreshments.
He clasped his hands together, inspecting the man with watchful gray eyes that seemed to swirl with mixed of black and white.
“Dragon…”. he breathed and frowned sadly. “Did you know my parents were killed by your kind. And accident really and mostly my villages fault, but honestly I've never been able to like dragons much since then.” Catching hold of his emotions and placing them carefully back into his heart, he traced the rim of his cup.
“I’m a Marsh Mage. Queer and different compared to more magicians wanting to learn how to control all elements, but their are many different magic users as you should know. But I practice in keeping the marsh lands, since I've always had a connection with them as to that is where I lived as a child. As to how I use my magic, I would use them as any other magician. Either for good or my own selfish reasons. Luckily enough, I lean towards helping others. But your question is very ...straightforward. Is there a reason why you've even come to speak to me today?”
But she continued to watch them, observing the little shows of adoration they gave for the other. Slight touches, teasing words, and devoted glances. Curious was she, confused and unsure for what reasons. Why hadn't she noticed this? Biting the white nail of her thumb, she stared off into a far off distance with no existence.
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Godric couldn't stop peering at the man before him. What an oddity for anyone to talk to him. Usually left to his own devices without much disturbance, he passed in and out without much thought. But now he had to think and ponder. He looked at the man before him, not paying mind to the short haired woman who brought refreshments.
He clasped his hands together, inspecting the man with watchful gray eyes that seemed to swirl with mixed of black and white.
“Dragon…”. he breathed and frowned sadly. “Did you know my parents were killed by your kind. And accident really and mostly my villages fault, but honestly I've never been able to like dragons much since then.” Catching hold of his emotions and placing them carefully back into his heart, he traced the rim of his cup.
“I’m a Marsh Mage. Queer and different compared to more magicians wanting to learn how to control all elements, but their are many different magic users as you should know. But I practice in keeping the marsh lands, since I've always had a connection with them as to that is where I lived as a child. As to how I use my magic, I would use them as any other magician. Either for good or my own selfish reasons. Luckily enough, I lean towards helping others. But your question is very ...straightforward. Is there a reason why you've even come to speak to me today?”