"Doubt is a bit of a bitch," She spoke bluntly then, looking at the palm of her hand with thought. She had that sickly taste in her mouth now, acidic and burning at her tongue. She could not decide if it was from her recent performance, the beginning complaints and the body resisting any further performance for the moment. Sucking in the air she focused on pushing the sickly sensation down for now. Her lips parted, "When there is doubt it festers, spreading like an infection, it corrupts, taking a hard grip and becoming something much worse..." Fallon shook her head then, "Disregard my words. They were nothing."
Least, that was the image she was going to attempt to paint. To her it meant something, a warning sign that was a lit up before her eyes. If a doubt on ones learning ability could be established with something new and small, it meant it would only be a matter of time before it decided to slither its way forward and took a harder grip upon her core and practiced abilities. No, it was best to cut the head off the snake to kill the body. Her fingers tensed and twitched in response to that thought, though the rest of her remained quiet on her decision.
"Djed? Well... it means, back? No. Backbone? Or something like that, right?" She paused then, chewing her lip with thought. From the perspective of Fallon there was two main sides to magic; the theoretical and the practical. The latter, was built upon training, practice and use, to experiment with and use on a day to day basis. The former was the art of reading from books, research without conducting one's self to the actual practice - but still being knowledgeable about it. A true collection of different perspectives and forms, but never the less it was something she stumbled in. Most of her learning had been done through the school of life, not a constant hovering of mentors and the ability to solely channel's one mind upon the subject. Pulling at her glove she held it within her hand and fiddled with the finger tips and begun to slowly formulate a better answer to the somewhat unusual question.
"I was always on the understanding that it exist in everything, just various quantities," She paused her fiddling, "And lots of different forms. Though, how those forms interact is beyond me. Maybe... conversion?" She frowned then, and begun the process of pulling her glove back on, "Like from one state into another, with a catalysis." Blinking she attempted to try and explain herself, "Ice to water, it needs heat in which to melt. No...?" Fallon clicked her tongue with thought, allowing herself to lean and stretch her arms forward with thought her mind seeking to have a foundation of understanding to build up from, "But... that would mean, maybe. That Djed isn't lost... merely changed?" Her mouth opened, the promptly closed, "That can't be right. I mean, if something is no longer ice then it is no longer ice."
Least, that was the image she was going to attempt to paint. To her it meant something, a warning sign that was a lit up before her eyes. If a doubt on ones learning ability could be established with something new and small, it meant it would only be a matter of time before it decided to slither its way forward and took a harder grip upon her core and practiced abilities. No, it was best to cut the head off the snake to kill the body. Her fingers tensed and twitched in response to that thought, though the rest of her remained quiet on her decision.
"Djed? Well... it means, back? No. Backbone? Or something like that, right?" She paused then, chewing her lip with thought. From the perspective of Fallon there was two main sides to magic; the theoretical and the practical. The latter, was built upon training, practice and use, to experiment with and use on a day to day basis. The former was the art of reading from books, research without conducting one's self to the actual practice - but still being knowledgeable about it. A true collection of different perspectives and forms, but never the less it was something she stumbled in. Most of her learning had been done through the school of life, not a constant hovering of mentors and the ability to solely channel's one mind upon the subject. Pulling at her glove she held it within her hand and fiddled with the finger tips and begun to slowly formulate a better answer to the somewhat unusual question.
"I was always on the understanding that it exist in everything, just various quantities," She paused her fiddling, "And lots of different forms. Though, how those forms interact is beyond me. Maybe... conversion?" She frowned then, and begun the process of pulling her glove back on, "Like from one state into another, with a catalysis." Blinking she attempted to try and explain herself, "Ice to water, it needs heat in which to melt. No...?" Fallon clicked her tongue with thought, allowing herself to lean and stretch her arms forward with thought her mind seeking to have a foundation of understanding to build up from, "But... that would mean, maybe. That Djed isn't lost... merely changed?" Her mouth opened, the promptly closed, "That can't be right. I mean, if something is no longer ice then it is no longer ice."
