Thread: Mage games

Now, as they both had calmed and were facing each other, she awaiting answers to her many questions, Bly moved to sit on a slight side of her bottom, resting her legs to the side of her just like that allowing herself to be comfortable as she awaited what she felt would be an interesting story. If anything, even as a child, she always fancied a lovely story, no matter how dreary it may be. Shed always find a story lovely for the very enjoyment of imagining exactly how it could have taken place excited her and her mind. It was in a way that was healthy for her imagination and for her brain as well. While her brain did work to imagine it, it was in a calm manner that did not ignite any anger or outburst that could cause them any harm or peril if triggered enormously. When he began to explain, starting from why his friend seemed to fear him or at least be weary enough to the war and ending with the explanation of his trinkets and inventions, a true look of fascination and amazement swept across her face. It was odd because normally and like earlier, she tended to show no emotion or reaction for such things but right now she was taken away from his story. Part of her almost didnt think it was real but then she read his emotions from speaking it and in the aftermath of saying it it let her know that what he was saying was indeed the factual truth and not a single lie. For a while, she remained quiet, allowing her brain to quickly process all he expressed, it resonating within her and causing an honest understand. It wasnt any form of pity at all for she did not believe in the word or action but truly understanding him. Many had disturbing pasts and his seemed to still haunt him and disturb him, especially if he felt the need to be carrying it after all these years. Though with what had happened, she understood completely why he carried it so heavily on his shoulders. A difficult burden to bear but everyone had those. Even she. Perhaps not as intense and tragic but dangerous enough to have already two strikes and on the borderline of expulsion if one more strike occurred. Hence why she had an equally weary friend to help her stay in line. If Bly were to be expelled, shed have nowhere to go. WowFor the moment, it was all she could get out since she wasnt entirely sure what to say to such a thing. She wasnt even sure what to say to her ordeal when she was a child and to her indiscretions at the academy. Her eyes turned to a little butterfly jewel that fluttered onto her knee, she finding a kindred spirit in it. Running her finger lightly over it, she looked at him and let out a gentle sight. I still dont understand why you had to smash the dragonfly and its mate. A true tragic tale. Yes, because everything he explained wasnt tragic itself. It would be something for her to state over the obvious. It wasnt that she dismissed his tale. It was that she did not let that secret of his change her view about him or at all alter anything she could feel towards him. It read off of her so obviously just in her simple body language or lack there of that she understood and therefore was not pushing the matter or reverting back to her earlier bitchy testaments to his characters. What took her off guard next, however, was him asking her to share a secret or two of her own. She didnt have many, just a few which haunted her and actually resulted in her feeing of something always missing and knowing that itd always be missing. She never was able to connect the dots as to why something in her was missing but there was a reason for it. She doesnt fear me. Lyth is a mind reader and she is able to so easily access anyones mind, even against their will or without their knowledge but she cant with me. No matter how hard she tries, she never can and she doesnt do it to invade any privacy but only because she knows theres something that eats at me everyday for the past ten years. Its more than the occasional combustion of several academy building and structuresto which Im incredibly close to expulsion for. Its something that happened when I was a child I suppose a tantrum gone incredibly awry. It didnt lead to death but it led to permanent insanity and why this is truly my only home, at least for the time being and I can be on my own to take care of myself. I dont purposely blow buildings up or cause them to combust. Its just a lack of control which I have not yet mastered. To have a brain that almost has a mind of its own and accelerates any kind of emotion ten fold, its not a burden but it definitely doesnt make anything come easy. She couldnt bring herself to simply blurt out what she had done for just saying it caused her too much pain. By masking that pain under a perfectly clever faade, it made her living all the more easier. With Lyth by my side, my dearest friend who honestly tries her hardest to put up with my antics and continue to remain by my side, everything is easier. Living is easier, finding the courage and control to not cause any more destruction is becoming easier. But I cant depend on anyone forever. Thats what I need to learn. To control it on my own without any one person. With a light shrug, she looked down, breaking her gaze off of him and fixed it on the butterfly jewel which she now picked up and held in her hands. Truly remarkable, this one is. All of it. Everyday, she refused to let the true sadness within her consume her. Everyday was a battle with her own self. She was insane, in a sense. But all for good reason. It was a different insanity than what she inflicted upon her parents. This insanity was the need for happiness and for it to negate her incredibly strong sadness and negativity. The day it would subside--well it was light years away from ever happening, especially at this rate. If the need for a subject change wasn't eminent, perhaps it would be now. How did you cope with it? With all that happened to you?