Post by Lethenir Vanether on Jan 3, 2010 2:35:12 GMT -6
Lethenir made next to no response when the armor clad man came to his aid. He croaked out, "Thank you," in a weak voice, almost whispering it. He reached out shakily and took the jerky bag from this kind stranger and pulled out a few pieces. He then handed the bag back and began chewing on a piece as he sat down by the fire, staring almost blankly into the depths of the flames. They felt so inviting and comfortable. He didn't want to do anything else but sit there and be warm. He had lost himself in the flames so quickly that he had forgotten that there was half a strip of jerky hanging out of the side of his mouth.
Gabriel barely managed to thank Rayl and turn around, when he heard the knight run to the plains. Not a second later, he was carrying a man his size. A closer look showed that the man carried a sword and seemed sort of pale. Probably exhaustion.
Not long after that, the man was eating some food and tried to heat himself up. The man probably came from the mountains as well. "Let me try and be of help" Gabriel said, took out his tome and started reciting some words, while moving his other hand in the air. The fire grew a few inches in size, but the flames were unwilling to grow any larger than that.
"Sorry. I'm still training and can't do much more than that now."
The magic of the elements was perhaps the easiest to control of them all. Unlike Elder and Light magic, Anima was composed of the elements that govern this world. To cast a spell, one has to create the very attack itself. However, if the element is already present, as is the case of snow, fire or a storm, then controlling it becomes much easier.
A mage in training. Well behaved and cool-headed most of the time, even if the hatred towards his father can blind him from the truth.
Post by Rayl Torien on Jan 3, 2010 16:21:08 GMT -6
Rayl patted the sleeping soul, before turning back to Gabriel, "You should rest too. Do not worry, I will watch the fire. I learned ways from a Sacaen nomad named Dirk five years back." It was odd how he could recall all these things, even the smallest of them. putting the jerky away, he put on Elibe's fed bag, taking some extra hay, which he'd dried for just such an occasion, and kept it at the ready to feed the fire should he need to.
OOC: I'd vote time skip to morning myself now, albeit once people start sleeping my posting ability plummets. ;P