Snippet #1473470

Neira had almost completely forgotten the presence of the spider to her left, but only almost. It was the antennae. they didn't really let a person forget much of anything, truth be told. When the smallest motion was something you were aware of, not noticing would have been the more impressive feat.

"Never thought I'd see one of us outside of Ecchie, dear. Got tired of Antsies trying to get under your shell?" Neira scoffed slightly. Now there was a thought to dent your carapace.

"Well, you know, only so much nihilism, despair, and short-sighted idiocy you can take before you want to kill something, and apparently that's not the greatest idea when the only things around are your own people. Really, I was surprised to hear it, because frankly I never used to think that Nightmarians did the whole cower-in-fear thing. Guess you learn something new every day." This particular version of the story was one of her favorites, partially because it was actually fairly close to the truth, though how close was not something she was even sure she knew anymore. The truth was rusty, or something.

Downing her beverage, she set the flagon down and moved to the next unhurriedly. "Neira Valtegan," she offered carelessly, fixing her overlarge eyes on the spider beside her. "And I'd be inclined to ask the same of you."

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Faera sat, inclined to be agreeable as she was, and tried to sort through the yet more questions being flung at her. Half the terms she'd only heard a few times, so she figured her best bet was probably just to describe what she knew of her magic and let Beelzes do the categorization bit. "Um... well... when I cast, it's kind of like... moving magic out of the air, maybe? Like this."

The elf made gestures that at first seemed largely meaningless, moving invisible strands into place in front of her. Slowly, the process gained visibility, though obviously Faera would have no way of knowing this. Pale wisps of energy flickered into view as she grasped them, having for all appearances not been there before, and she directed them to form a very small sphere, the initial formation for one of the healing spells she knew. "I can sense where it is, and move it by moving may arms or legs."

To demonstrate, she flicked her index finger, sending the little orb flying across the room, then directing it back with a beckon. "Since I've never actually... you know... seen someone do magic, I'm not sure what it's supposed to look like." She shrugged, causing Zek to growl, having been comfortably asleep on her shoulder, and a small stream of smoke issued from his nostrils.