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Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Posted :)

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

Auras were strange things and their definition varied depending on the educator. Some scholars viewed auras as some kind of spiritual level, while others saw it as an after effect of study and practice in the arcane arts. To Clara, an aura was a type of residue from your very soul that mixed with your energy to make it distinctive and thoroughly connected to you as an individual. It wasn't simply a measurable amount of power, though many viewed it that way for it's concept was simple. Unlike Alexander, she didn't hide her aura but rather she wore it. Her aura wasn't anything unusual for someone with her talents, but it wasn't so weak that it couldn't be felt by those around her regardless of arcane knowledge. With something as personal as her own aura, Clara didn't like the idea of sharing it with someone else. There were secrets that she would rather keep between her and those involved. She seemed to relax more when he explained the details of what would be their approach to tying their auras together. "So, feeling each other's emotions should be the most significant side effect?" When their conversation arrived at the amount of danger that was in their plan, she drummed her fingers on the side of her tea cup. It would make sense that the barrier could destroy them if their combined abilities were to divide prematurely. Then again, she liked the risks involved in achieving passage through the barrier. "I couldn't be more sure." She replied confidently. The thrill of dying for a chance to understand mysteries that others wouldn't dare conceive, much less prove, was a simple choice for Clara. This wouldn't be the first time she appeared to be throwing caution to the wind. There were conditions that were worse than death. When Alexander removed his cloak talking about his aura, she knew that she would see something few had witnessed from him. She felt the soft hum that seemed to exist within the room increase and decided to close her eyes. Clara leaned forward with her chin resting in her hands to allow herself concentration. To be able to physically see auras wasn't an ability Clara possessed, but she could sort of 'see' them when her eyes were closed. It worked much like how those without sight could see, her other senses would be able to build a mental image for her. The corner of her mouth twitched for a moment then spread into a breathless smile and chills raced over her body. A sort of vision of electric pulsating bands of energy surging and undulating at a fixed point that she knew to be Alexander's body could be perceived. She experienced a prickling sensation over her cool pale skin like what one would experience whenever lightning was about to trike. "Wonderful..." She whispered keeping her eyes closed to enjoy this brief moment. It was unlike anything she could have imagined someone to posses. An aura with such power that seemed to be brought back and forth from awareness effortlessly. It was simply amazing. After several moments, her eyes snapped open showing an expression of giddy excitement and determination across her face. "When do we start?"

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Posted. I love how this plot is building. It's super exciting. :)

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

Clara's shimmery eyes reflected the green light from the rune, and for a moment thought she heard someone whisper her name. It had to be her name, she was drawn to the symbol. Symbols with connections to a person did funny things like that. Be it symbols of their past, present or something repressed about themselves, they could pull at a individuals very spirit. Her gaze flicked back into his face and his eyes after receiving his compliment. What she saw in his was something vaguely similar to her own unnaturally golden eyes. They symbolized a certain trade or perhaps a taintedness in their beings, something that wasn't there in the beginning. A grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she watched him. She liked the unknown, for it fed her unquenchable curiosity. So many things about the southern isles that she didn't understand and there was not just local to the area but a revered mage of that land sitting right in front of her. It was a treat indeed. She pulled her tea closer to her while leaning back into her seat. He retrieved a book with symbols on them that seemed foreign to her but naturally piqued her interest. When he mentioned that he knew of a spell, she smiled inwardly with self satisfaction, she was right. It might be possible. Then again, who would build a barrier without having some way to cross it? There had to be a fail-safe in case something like that would be turned against them right? Alexander explained the mechanics of the spell and Clara arched an eyebrow at him after taking another sip of her tea. "Do we have enough energy to do it?" She was hinting toward the amount of energy he was hiding from her. Clara was surrounded by several examples of his ability but nothing showed his power or aura. She had to be sure. "Tying them together?" Her lips moved wordlessly as she repeated the phrase to herself. "Sounds rather intimate." She chuckled lightly looking amused by the thought. Then a slight look mixed between being puzzled and concerned spread across her face and melting her smile. "How 'tied' are be talking about? Can they be separated afterwards? What does your book say?" She knew that reading it herself wouldn't do any good since she had no idea what language it was in to begin with.

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Posted, I'm sorry if there are mistakes, I have to re-locate my laptop and have to hop offline for a little bit. I'll fix the mistakes when I get back.

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

Clara stepped closer then bent low to enter the tent. She looked around the interior of the tent very amused with it's craftsmanship. Her guesses were true, from what she saw burned into the ground around the tent. He had produced it with some sort of technical magic to which she knew close to nothing of. "Thank you for granting me an audience." She chuckled jokingly. "Do the people in your land speak to you like that or is it just my naive king?" Her golden eyes moved up and down him taking in as much information his figure, clothes and mannerisms could give her. Still no trace of power that she could sense was coming from him, but the air had a magical almost electrical hum. When he offered her a seat, she happily took it and sniffed at the tea. "Cinnamon in tea?" She looked down at it and took another long and deep breath. It smelled amazing. With one hand, she took up the cup and brushed her hair back with the other before taking a small curious sip. Bits of her hair were loose from her long journey to the barrier making her look disheveled. Her dark hair was pulled back in a braid that went down the back of the head and nape of the neck, but her hair was long enough for the hair to look like a short dark rope between her shoulder blades. "Mmmm it's good! Is it tradition in your land to spice your tea this way?" After a few more sips of tea she let her gaze slowly trail from her cup to the bookshelf to him. "How can you penetrate a barrier that absorbs energy and repels solid objects?" Clara's golden gaze snatched away from him and looked down as if she was asking the question more to herself than him. "That elementalist used all but enough energy to allow him to breath in order to try to blast the wall open." Her finger tip glided over the rim of the tea cup as if speaking her thoughts. "What he did was very useful for us actually." A grin broadened across her face while she looked at her own reflection in the tea cup. "It showed us that the barrier has to take some time to redirect the energy thrown at it." Clara looked up at him obviously excited to the point of not being able to bare it. "What if there was a way to encase or coat a PERSON in energy!" She gripped her cup tightly. "Enough energy to where it took time for the barrier to redistribute the energy thus allowing us passage through!" She seemed out of breath at the very idea. It was ludicrous but it could be possible. "You're tent is a product of magic I know nothing of. It's technical I'm sure, but with your knowledge, something could be managed I'm sure. At least an idea!"

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

Okie dokie, thanks for the heads up :)

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Posted :)

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

The first night with the barrier had fallen upon them. Clara watched the other mages try a different assortment of tricks from using elemental force to trying to call through the barrier using mysticism, but to no avail. Other wizards had theorized that the barrier went through the ground and was probably a uniform sphere around the temple. What was interesting to Clara was the amount of energy the barrier could absorb. Most creations that had such an ability tended to have a certain point where it could only withstand so much energy at one time. What was its limit? Did it have one? Everything has a limit, but is it possible for a mortal to reach it was the question, or should they even bother? Clara tried to see this situation much like an old war general would when planning an invasion. Why waste your resources trying to break down the walls of an impenetrable fort when it would be much easier to have a spy destroy it from within? Her golden eyes grew steely as she gazed into the abyssal blue wall of energy. How could she fool a barrier that absorbed energy and repelled solid objects? Then she thought of the man who used almost all of his energy at once to attack the barrier with a glorious arch of white hot flame. She remembered the barrier rippling as it directed the energy throughout the dome. What if.. She was able to produce about half that much energy, which would mean she would need aid to produce as much as that mage had. He probably reserved for months in order to get that effect. Looking away from the barrier she closed her eyes no longer searching with them. She needed to feel the others auras. She needed someone strong but also someone with knowledge of technical magic. She did not have the natural ability to do what she thought might work. A cloak stitched with silk with runes written all over it came to her mind's eye. Yes, a type of technical magic, but she knew nothing of his aura, he had to be masking it. Her mouth jerked then broadened into a almost hysterical grin. Time to go ask. Walking around the perimeter of the caravans, she finally spotted a rather interesting looking tent. Her eyebrows rose up as she took care not to tread to closely in case it was warded. "Hello in there!" She called still wearing a hysterical grin. Her plan was ridiculous which made it more exciting.