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{{Template:Damask|He's obviously terrified, but he manages to keep his voice relatively calm and even. "I get...that much. But...how do you do it?" He gets up, still wary of the flaming figure.}} |
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+ | {{Nayra|She snaps her fingers, and the form dissipates in a wisp of smoke. Back in her body on the other side of the fire, Nayra's eyes return to their normal deep brown. "There's nothing to it if you're born with it." She shrugs, removing her hood from her face.|10:04, March 9, 2014 (UTC)}} |
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+ | {{Template:Damask|He thinks for a moment, then walks over. "So like a Sorceress? Only those who are born with those powers can use them?" He seems a little disappointed, but covers it up with a thoughtful grin. "Do you think you could teach me to do something similar?"}} |
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+ | {{Nayra|"No." She replies plainly, thinking this boy is more unaware of the principals of magic then another boy she met recently. "I've had nine hundred years of practice, what do you expect me to teach you?" She raises an eyebrow, thinking he'll ask her to teach a card trick or something dumb like that.|10:36, March 9, 2014 (UTC)}} |
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+ | {{Template:Damask|"Well, from my understanding, half-bloods have magic powers depending on who their divine parent is, right? So if you've had so many years of practice, do you think you could teach me the basics of how to use my powers?"}} |
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+ | {{Nayra|She rests her head in her hand, breathing out heavily. She then snaps her head up and looks sternly at Damask. "Who '''is''' your godparent?" She asks inquisitively, then holds her hand up in a stop motion, not wanting Damask to answer so she can challenge herself. She moves over to Damask, looking deep into his eyes. "Hmmmm..." she mutters.|08:55, March 16, 2014 (UTC)}} |
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+ | {{Template:Damask|He raises an eyebrow at her erratic behavior, but understands her silent message and doesn't answer her question. He stares back at her, confident and willingly to learn.}} |
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+ | {{Nayra|She presses her thumb to Damask's forehead, reading his mind. Her eyes open slowly, and she regards him with slight interest before moving her thumb off his face. "Tyche, goodess of fortune." She says simply, waiting for his reaction.|10:16, March 16, 2014 (UTC)}} |
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+ | {{Template:Damask|"Oh, so you found out using magic?" He seems almost disappointed somehow. He thinks for a moment, then frowns. "Geez. I'd say you're the daughter of the Goddess of Magic, but I can't remember her name.... but that's not much of a challange to guess that."}} |
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
She sits opposite Damask at the Campfire, staring at him through the flames. She doesn't recognise him, so presumes he's new, or she hasn't been paying enough attention to the arrivals of Camp. She dressed in an emerald cloak, the hood up and shadowing her face. Beneath the cloak she's wearing black skinny jeans and lace-up high heel boots, paired with a long, thin, maroon button up shirt. Her right hand rests atop a wood and bronze cane, tapping it softly against the dirt. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 08:38, March 9, 2014 (UTC) |
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
Feeling bored after watching Damask for a while, she messes with the fire, her eyes glowing orange, filled with magic. The fire begins to take the shape of Nayra, and the firey form moves towards Damask, its hand extended. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 09:01, March 9, 2014 (UTC) |
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
Nayra opens her mouth to speak, but her voice comes out of the fiery figure. The voice is crackly and hot, and speaks with more "fire" than a human would be capable of. The figure moves out of the fire pit as it speaks, sashaying towards Damask. "This is magic, isn't it pretty?" | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 09:13, March 9, 2014 (UTC) |
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Nayra Capac ~ Hecate Counsellor | ||||||||
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
She snaps her fingers, and the form dissipates in a wisp of smoke. Back in her body on the other side of the fire, Nayra's eyes return to their normal deep brown. "There's nothing to it if you're born with it." She shrugs, removing her hood from her face. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 10:04, March 9, 2014 (UTC) |
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Nayra Capac ~ Hecate Counsellor | ||||||||
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
"No." She replies plainly, thinking this boy is more unaware of the principals of magic then another boy she met recently. "I've had nine hundred years of practice, what do you expect me to teach you?" She raises an eyebrow, thinking he'll ask her to teach a card trick or something dumb like that. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 10:36, March 9, 2014 (UTC) |
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Nayra Capac ~ Hecate Counsellor | ||||||||
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
She rests her head in her hand, breathing out heavily. She then snaps her head up and looks sternly at Damask. "Who is your godparent?" She asks inquisitively, then holds her hand up in a stop motion, not wanting Damask to answer so she can challenge herself. She moves over to Damask, looking deep into his eyes. "Hmmmm..." she mutters. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 08:55, March 16, 2014 (UTC) |
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Nayra Capac ~ Hecate Counsellor | ||||||||
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.” |
She presses her thumb to Damask's forehead, reading his mind. Her eyes open slowly, and she regards him with slight interest before moving her thumb off his face. "Tyche, goodess of fortune." She says simply, waiting for his reaction. | |||||||
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Owned by: Bird ~ Posted on: 10:16, March 16, 2014 (UTC) |
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