[ His steely smile is met with a smile of her own. One that is layered with sadness. Power has never meant much to her. She only strives to become stronger to protect those that would call upon her. Her dreams had only extended to traveling the world and healing those that might need it. Never had she thought of living the life she had in the last few years. A part of her wishes for nothing more than that simple life... or even simply living in Ishgard with the man that she has decided is her mate. The man whose clan she would join--merely of a different name and structure. ]
You forget, my love. Strength and power has never been what drives me; what it is I long for. [ Her head shakes ever so slightly. ] I am one of but a few white mages that walk our star... and it draws power from the very star around us. Should I wish? I could weave the strongest of protection spells and the strongest destruction spells the magick has to offer.
There surely must be something else you might yet offer.
[ What he might offer is so simple and plain in her mind, yet she tests him to see if he might yet understand it. She simply desires to be with him. In the bottom of her heart she knows he will most likely not find that conclusion. Even more so, she knows the primal would never allow him to even consider the option. Yet, she hopes against all odds, that he might realize it. That some part of him will remember, and that she may use that to help him fight against the influence of the primal his father had created.
Her eyes widen the moment he stills and his eyes slip shut. A sense of panic raises in her at that moment. Without a word her hands pull from his to hold his head in between them. Her heart pounds loudly in her head as she tilts his head back. ]
Aymeric...? Aymeric!
[ His breathing has not stilled, nor any pulse from what she can tell. She can sense the stagnant aether still within him as well. Had she caused this? Had Thordan? ]
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You forget, my love. Strength and power has never been what drives me; what it is I long for. [ Her head shakes ever so slightly. ] I am one of but a few white mages that walk our star... and it draws power from the very star around us. Should I wish? I could weave the strongest of protection spells and the strongest destruction spells the magick has to offer.
There surely must be something else you might yet offer.
[ What he might offer is so simple and plain in her mind, yet she tests him to see if he might yet understand it. She simply desires to be with him. In the bottom of her heart she knows he will most likely not find that conclusion. Even more so, she knows the primal would never allow him to even consider the option. Yet, she hopes against all odds, that he might realize it. That some part of him will remember, and that she may use that to help him fight against the influence of the primal his father had created.
Her eyes widen the moment he stills and his eyes slip shut. A sense of panic raises in her at that moment. Without a word her hands pull from his to hold his head in between them. Her heart pounds loudly in her head as she tilts his head back. ]
Aymeric...? Aymeric!
[ His breathing has not stilled, nor any pulse from what she can tell. She can sense the stagnant aether still within him as well. Had she caused this? Had Thordan? ]