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[unapologeticallyaffected]

Please, somebody tell me there's a hairdresser around here somewhere. Because this is getting ridiculous.

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[unapologeticallyaffected]

"You'd have fit in well with my crowd," Eliot says with a smug little smile, then adds, teasingly. "And it doesn't seem like you're using the magic to be any less eye catching right now ... "

He is curious, though. "How does color magic work differently than your kind? Does it need reagents, books, rituals? Or is it more just thinking the spells into being?"

Which is convenient, but a kind of magic Eliot will always be a little snobbish about. In his mind, it isn't real magic if you don't have to work for it (never mind that he was the most naturally gifted magician in his year and never had to work as hard as most of his classmates did).

[galvanizer]

"Some things I just couldn't get my head around in Thedas. One of my comrades was good at concealment work, and I know he can use necromancy like the mortalitasi, but it was one of those fields I couldn't seem to channel properly," he shrugs, eventually flicking a hand out to dispel the transformation and turning back to Asa's female self. Tossing her braid over her shoulder she adds, "When I was reading I noticed some Colour spells do seem to require a bit more preparation, but a lot of it's just concentrating and knowing what you want to achieve. Much like Thedosian magic. You want something to catch fire, you will that fire into existence. Though if you don't know how to channel your magic properly, you might set yourself on fire."