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Strength (Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion)

Tarot Starters

The Wanderer hadn't meant to have a breakdown, but it seemed to be happening more frequently these days. Growing up, it was never a problem for her. She got her seasons in her twenties when she was emotionally stable enough to control her magic as an Eladrin, and she'd been using the magic the Horae granted her since she was sixty. One hundred years of control and now here she was, trying to rein in the frost that surrounded her on the ground. It was spreading with her increasing panic, an aura of cold and ice.

Gods, it was pathetic that this was happening now. It was a terrible time for it.

The monster knew which buttons to push, which form to take to rattle her. She didn't know who or what shape it took for Thane to try and throw him off, but the shape of her dead mother on the ground, blood pooled around her, was enough to set the Wanderer off.

She forced herself to look away and saw ice spreading over Thane's armor. That was enough to snap her out of it and try to regain control of her wintery magic. She was going to freeze him too if she wasn't careful; her worry for his well-being overpowered her fear.

The Wanderer aimed a shaking hand at the form of her mother and threw a ball of purifying flames at it. The monster screeched and lurched away, image fading as it scrabbled at the stone floors to escape the blue flames.

"K-kill it!" She didn't think she had it in her to do more than put up a blessing around Thane to make him stronger at this point. Her voice was smaller when she said, "Please..."

Morning After

That woke her up.

Oh gods, what could she have possibly said in her sleep that he had heard? She couldn't remember any dreams, but that didn't mean she didn't have any at the time. Please gods, don't let it be embarrassing...

Zethra was not one for dealing with intruders or threats. She was a runner, but that didn't mean she didn't fight, or take out whoever was in her way or threatening her safety and secrecy. She was in hiding for a reason.

She aimed a hand that glowed with sludgy, red magic at the trespasser to her cottage, expression blank. He was in her space, on her small plot of land. She didn't want him there, but she wasn't going to attack first. There was always a chance for peace.

"State your purpose."

"Here, drink this. It's...going to taste awful, but it'll help with the healing process." The potion, paired with her magic, should heal the injury the whole way. Without infection, which was the most important thing.

Music Starters

"Come to me, I'll give you rest. Gardens of sweet violets," she sang quietly, voice eerie in the dense fog they'd summoned. They moved swiftly over the beach to get closer. "Eat until yourselves content, come to me, I'll give you rest."

Teleporting behind the bandit, she quickly ran him through with Dawnbringer, and then dropped the fog to seek out the rest of them. Besides, she didn't want to keep him in the dark about where everyone else was; it wasn't safe, and they only had each other at the moment. Two against seven.

The trip was pleasant enough, if wholly uneventful in comparison to previous events. She was still a little shaken, but grateful for the rescue. Enilasor needed the reassurance that he was okay, and she kept glancing at him as they walked to make sure he didn't look sick or frostbitten. She could heal anything that afflicted him if so, but she still worried.

She removed her armor in her room, but she kept her hooded cloak and mask on. Enilasor had an image to keep, one that had to be protected, according to her mother. She wished she could dress down the rest of the way.

Dinner, a pleasant affair, filled hungry bellies and gave her a bit more peace that all was well at the moment. She kept her mask on, although it was pushed up enough for her to eat the stew they'd been served.

It was on impulse, partly.

With her mask still up, she leaned over and pressed a quick peck to his furry cheek.

"Thank you for the rescue, and your companionship." She wasn't after anything, no ulterior motives, just gratefulness.

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