Closing her eyes and humming, Freya had summoned a paper thin glowing square to the front of her. The light emanating from the square had healed any dried blood on her face. She had shifted her eyes across the plaza before, and was now taking notes onto the slate, construing a map of color and images from memory. With each drawing, she had made a caption of it in Runes---Tower Undurr had only question marks as a viable description.
It was an interesting spectacle, observing magic; each witch had a different way of working magic into the physical realm. No two methods for making something were alike...which would make sense if one knows the first thing about witches, all of them garner a peak Talent in a specialized field. Kasib stood and wondered what Freya's Talent could have been, but he hadn't been too keen on magic himself to pick up what it could be. He was a brute, more or less.
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Fiore drove himself southwest of the two and towards the Bazaar. Fiore figured that he would be likely to get help around the crowded regions. No one wants to fight a god in a public area, after all! If one does, then they are certainly a fool. A fool to Fiore anyways, then again, anyone is a fool to Fiore.
It was an interesting spectacle, observing magic; each witch had a different way of working magic into the physical realm. No two methods for making something were alike...which would make sense if one knows the first thing about witches, all of them garner a peak Talent in a specialized field. Kasib stood and wondered what Freya's Talent could have been, but he hadn't been too keen on magic himself to pick up what it could be. He was a brute, more or less.
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Fiore drove himself southwest of the two and towards the Bazaar. Fiore figured that he would be likely to get help around the crowded regions. No one wants to fight a god in a public area, after all! If one does, then they are certainly a fool. A fool to Fiore anyways, then again, anyone is a fool to Fiore.