10-31-2025, 12:24 PM
Casey watched as Nox instructed Claude in the ways of the power. She couldn't see his weaves. She didn't feel anything. She only saw the effects; A ball of light and a ball of fire. She thought she felt a slight movement of air as well. Casey thought their might be more, but she couldn't see it. Nox was also doing this cool thing with colors that reminded her of the Northern Lights. It was really pretty.
Then Claude began to work silently. She watched as he did, noting his practice method. He worked one at a time, practicing it over until it was right. That was one way to practice, even if Casey did things differently. As a musician, she learned the whole - part - whole method. She'd practice a song, noting all the parts she sucked at. Then she would isolate the problem areas, practicing them until they were right. Then she'd put the whole thing back together again. It had worked for her her whole life. She turned her eyes towards Nox as he began to dance, and found herself unable to look away for a bit. It wasn't lust, although Nox was an attractive man. She was just drawn in by the grace of his movements. She noticed he seemed tired, but still, that grace was there. It was a beautiful thing to see, especially with the magic and the pretty colors weave entwined with it.
Casey finished her coffee and was feeling awake enough to join in. She stood and summoned her power, surprised at how easily it came. She summoned her own ball of light with ease and then moved to the fireball. Fire never came easily to her. She tried and failed to do it, but moved on. She sent out a light wave of air, nothing to hard, but it caused a slight breeze. She couldn't see what else Nox did, so she did some things she was familiar with. She made a wall of air and then created her air and spirit shield she had used to protect one of the women she had helped. She placed it over nothing, but just practiced it.
The hardest had been the fireball, so Casey went back to that. She tried to grab a thread of fire, but it always seemed to slip. "Fucking fire..." she said quietly, but tried again, finally grabbing hold and creating the ball of fire. She practiced again, struggling once more to find the thread. A third time and it came easier. It came even easier after a fourth time.
She then put her whole sequence together again and turned back to Nox. She really liked the pretty lights. She knew he couldn't show her how to do it, but still she wondered. "How do you do the pretty lights?" She asked as she sat back down cross legged next to her empty coffee cup.
Then Claude began to work silently. She watched as he did, noting his practice method. He worked one at a time, practicing it over until it was right. That was one way to practice, even if Casey did things differently. As a musician, she learned the whole - part - whole method. She'd practice a song, noting all the parts she sucked at. Then she would isolate the problem areas, practicing them until they were right. Then she'd put the whole thing back together again. It had worked for her her whole life. She turned her eyes towards Nox as he began to dance, and found herself unable to look away for a bit. It wasn't lust, although Nox was an attractive man. She was just drawn in by the grace of his movements. She noticed he seemed tired, but still, that grace was there. It was a beautiful thing to see, especially with the magic and the pretty colors weave entwined with it.
Casey finished her coffee and was feeling awake enough to join in. She stood and summoned her power, surprised at how easily it came. She summoned her own ball of light with ease and then moved to the fireball. Fire never came easily to her. She tried and failed to do it, but moved on. She sent out a light wave of air, nothing to hard, but it caused a slight breeze. She couldn't see what else Nox did, so she did some things she was familiar with. She made a wall of air and then created her air and spirit shield she had used to protect one of the women she had helped. She placed it over nothing, but just practiced it.
The hardest had been the fireball, so Casey went back to that. She tried to grab a thread of fire, but it always seemed to slip. "Fucking fire..." she said quietly, but tried again, finally grabbing hold and creating the ball of fire. She practiced again, struggling once more to find the thread. A third time and it came easier. It came even easier after a fourth time.
She then put her whole sequence together again and turned back to Nox. She really liked the pretty lights. She knew he couldn't show her how to do it, but still she wondered. "How do you do the pretty lights?" She asked as she sat back down cross legged next to her empty coffee cup.