Josaan took his eyes from the mirror and looked down directly at Yuralria. A gentle smile softened his hard look, but a certain seriousness remained frozen in his concerned gaze, which flushed the color of raspberry. He couldn't doubt the energy felt between them, but magic was a dire and dangerous thing. Yuralria was walking down a path of no return, and he had to be sure she understood the risks. "Have you ever practiced magic before? Have you ever heard of something called djed?" Josaan took a step back, sliding his hands from Yura's shoulders and slipping them in his pockets. "Djed is life, but also so much more. It's your essence; it's what makes you you, and what makes me me. Look back at your reflection. That image of you is only an image, but the real you is filled with dreams, hopes, fears, love and faith. And this energy, Yuralria, is what you will use to put magic into your stare." He leaned casually up against a bookshelf. "Have you ever transformed djed before?" |