of fire and ice;; eira, any

[magnus]

He listens quietly as Eira speaks, at the gift that had been stripped from her. He could not imagine what it would be like to control the elements like that—to be able to command the ice and snow to do your bidding. He was not naive, he knew how such manipulation worked and even the strain it could place on someone who stretched their hand too far, but it was still an alien concept to him. All magic truly was.

He just nods to Eira though, happy to play any part in helping her regain what was lost, before turning his attention back to Raeg’n. Pleasure coursed through him as she accepted Eira’s terms and he watched as she reached inward, although there was no sign to him at least of any magic working. After several moments, he finally spoke up, his voice heavy in the silence. “Do you feel it inside you once more?”

He wondered if it would be a slow burn, or a flood; would she regain it at full power?

Such wonderings, however, were cut short as the young mare addressed him once more. He did not respond, at least not at first. It was not the first time he would have mentored someone. He had done so before, had taken others beneath his proverbial wing to help them understand the fluid beauty of battle, to see both the science and the art of war. Magnus may not consider himself fit to be a mentor in life, but if she was looking for someone who could teach her how to defend, how to fight, he could be of assistance.

“I only ask that you use such knowledge for good,” he finally said, simply. He had no great need of a gift from her. “Should you wish to use it for the good of Tephra, it would be appreciated, but is not required.” He did not want to tie her to this land unless it was where she wished to live, where she wished to call home. He would be just as happy to teach her and then send her out in the world to find her own home.

out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know
I carried the world just as far as I could but the damage had taken its toll