This was a world that ran on magic. It was a thing that was useful, beloved, nurtured. Neria was looking into a city that revered it as a necessary part of life, as integral as breathing. It was hard not to feel elated at the sight of those who used it so freely - even if something tightened in her chest.
Asora had been similar, in a way, with the Magisters. But this was...so different. Normal, every day people utilizing runic magic.
There would always be uncertainty and fear around power and the capabilities a single person might wield. But tolerance - acceptance - of magic was something else entirely.
The market drew her from her thoughts, beckoning her gaze with bright and lavish colors, trinkets and commodities. Kell beckoned her into one of the many shops and her eyes wandered to the beautiful fabrics, the leathers, every sort of pattern imaginable. He slipped his hand from hers and went looking for Calla. Neria remained to look at the fabrics there, remaining silent in her admiration, and watching the flap to ensure they were the only ones here.
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Asora had been similar, in a way, with the Magisters. But this was...so different. Normal, every day people utilizing runic magic.
There would always be uncertainty and fear around power and the capabilities a single person might wield. But tolerance - acceptance - of magic was something else entirely.
The market drew her from her thoughts, beckoning her gaze with bright and lavish colors, trinkets and commodities. Kell beckoned her into one of the many shops and her eyes wandered to the beautiful fabrics, the leathers, every sort of pattern imaginable. He slipped his hand from hers and went looking for Calla. Neria remained to look at the fabrics there, remaining silent in her admiration, and watching the flap to ensure they were the only ones here.