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Before Dragomir can reply, another mare comes trotting up, a black and white pegasus that Nasreen remembers seeing but does not know. She seems to know the teacher, however, for she greets him warmly and offers her services before turning to the princess. “I don’t think we’ve properly met, I’m Aly,” the mare introduces herself brightly, and Nasreen cannot help but smile warmly in return. “Nasreen,” she replies, and perhaps it is out of habit, but the Th’orquian accent that now only tints her voice grows slightly stronger, and she bobs her head in respectful, courtly fashion. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Introductions now out of the way, Dragomir explains the task at hand. They are to take down the wall—and at this announcement, Nasreen is unable to suppress her deep sigh of relief. What’s more, is she is to help. He shows her the glass cubes on the forest floor, and she eyes them curiously, if not a little nervously. The Moon’s magic is still foreign and heady to her; it is a surge of powerful magic that she has not quite learned to control in its entirety, and she does not know in all truth if she will be able to form a cube from this rubble. But any admittance of that is shameful, and she does not dare to express any doubt or uncertainty regarding the abilities that the Lady has so graciously bestowed upon her. So the maiden simply nods and waits for further instruction.
When she sees Dragomir begin his craft, she can’t help but marvel at the beauty of it all—and at the seeming ease with which he does it. Inspired, she closes her eyes, silently calling on the deity for assistance. Her heart begins to beat quicker, for she has tried to practice before, alone, and she has never been successful. But today is different: she feels the surge of power begin to build and grow in her chest, and in her mind, she envisions the rubble lifting, merging, melding to form a perfect geometric wonder. With the pull of her mind, she gently coaxes each piece into place, softening sharp edges and creating a right angles. Again and again, she repeats the thought, and with each repetition, she feels as if she might nearly burst from the intensity of the power.
Several minutes pass before she dares open her eyes, but a careful peek reveals the cubes on the ground before her. Blinking, she looks around—those aren’t Dragomir’s right? But no, his are near his pile, these are her own! Her lungs fill with a swell of pride, and Nasreen can’t help but laugh aloud. She’d done it!
@[Alysanne]
@[Dragomir]
Sorry for the huge wait!
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