04-27-2017, 08:45 PM
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"North?" she echoes, frowning. "North of here is the volcano, Tephra...then the sea." Maybe it was an ocean, but what do horses know of geographical distinctions? She knows there's a volcano, she saw it herself, and she knows it's the only thing north of this particular plot of land. North west, perhaps there is more...but it all buts up to the sea. Beqanna the island - as lonesome as man.
"Are you..." she is unsure how to phrase this in a delicate way that will not appear rude. Her mother never raised her to be kind but it occurs to her on multiple occasions that words can maim just as much as magic. Look at her mother and the verbal abuse she could deliver - did Ajatar not smart from her unkind words? To claim otherwise was an act of violence.
"Are you sure you're not horribly lost? We are in Beqanna, is that where you're..." she pauses then, considering an act of history that happened well before her time. Years, really, but a history she knew nonetheless. "Did you know about the shift?" She's unsure what to call it, what it should be called, but her mother called it a word Ajatar did not dare to repeat so she makes her own word. Shift. Change. The Time of No Magic.
"Are you..." she is unsure how to phrase this in a delicate way that will not appear rude. Her mother never raised her to be kind but it occurs to her on multiple occasions that words can maim just as much as magic. Look at her mother and the verbal abuse she could deliver - did Ajatar not smart from her unkind words? To claim otherwise was an act of violence.
"Are you sure you're not horribly lost? We are in Beqanna, is that where you're..." she pauses then, considering an act of history that happened well before her time. Years, really, but a history she knew nonetheless. "Did you know about the shift?" She's unsure what to call it, what it should be called, but her mother called it a word Ajatar did not dare to repeat so she makes her own word. Shift. Change. The Time of No Magic.
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