middaeg | Take a seat, and catch your breath [july catch-all]

Who: Sansa Stark
When: Late July
Where: About
What: Monthly Catch-All
Warnings: None at the moment

( parliament )

[Since the meeting, Sansa has been requested more often than not. The mirrorbound like her want more answers, and it seems like some things are coming to light. She's tasked to do certain things from Lady Denholm, and she sees to them. Her biggest project currently is setting up a team so that if more mirrorbound arrive, they can be greeted by those that are like them.

She doesn't have her own office, but she can be seen flitting about, heading from some of the book rooms or moving through the halls. She likes to stay busy, but can be caught if anyone needs her or wishes to speak with her.]

( practicing magic )

[Being unbound herself, Sansa takes time out every day to practice. She's moved on to some basic spell work and can summon objects to her. She's sitting beside a fountain in Haven proper with her hand outstretched. Clearly muttering an incantation, something flies through the air until she catches it in her bare hands.

When she opens it, it's a small loaf of bread-- mayhaps someone's dinner.]

My apologies.

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There are a few different types of magic, but this is the easiest for me. You feel it within you-- and then make it manifest. Safely. [Because she's heard that sometimes things can get explosive.]

So you stop, think, and focus on what you wish it to do. [And she does so to demonstrate before the orb of light glows a bit.]

I have managed to turn it to a shield if I need it.

[ There’s certainly no shortage of magic inside of Han ready to be turned loose and yet, the idea of trying to do something that should be impossible is just ... weird. He just has to make himself try.

So he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes — because it seems easier to block everything out for him if he does that — and he starts trying to focus the pent up energy inside of him.

He tries to form into something benign. A ball of light seems like a good thing to start with. Han doesn’t open his eyes until he feels some of the magic energy dissipate and he can see that he has made a light of sorts in front of him. It looks like a heatless flame, jagged and flickering, rather smooth and rounded like Sansa’s, glowing really bright and then dim then bright when he reminds himself that he’s supposed to be concentrating still ... ]

[She watches with interest, hoping he doesn't ignite anything as he tries to work with his own magic. She still has her own light, working with it as his starts to manifest. It's not the most refined, but neither was hers the first few times.]

You're doing it, [She tries to encourage him.]

Producing it is not so much the hard part, but manipulating it takes focus. I think about home, the good things about it. Returning to the castle, the walls that protected us, my brothers in the courtyard when I was young.

[They're personal memories, things she doesn't often talk about, but it gives her strength, being a Northman.]

[ Han’s light disappears. He can’t help it, he’s listening to what she’s sharing and he knows that it’s something significant to her. Something important.

He swallows while he struggles to find what he’s proud of himself for having done. It wasn’t being a White Worm or a stormtrooper, that was for sure. He didn’t feel that strong of a connection to his parents or a loyalty toward Corellia, so that wasn’t it either. ]

So, finding something that drives you can help.

[The second his light disappears, she immediately feels back. Her face drops as she looks back at him almost apologetically.]

I find it's easiest, yes. To think of something that means the most to you. [Of course she deals mostly in protection spells, so protecting something close to her heart is what comes to mind. But she would imagine any intense emotion could evoke a magical reaction in witches here.]

Anger can be powerful, too.

[She doesn't like to think about it, but she's had a rise in power when she thought on Ramsay during one of their practices. She mayhaps shouldn't encourage it in others, but if it's something that can arm him, can keep him safe, then it's worth mentioning. Emotions are tools here, too.]

[ He hadn’t thought to make the connection before, but it seemed pretty reasonable that magic could be both positive and negative feelings — since you can have both positive and negative motivation in everything else in your life. ]

That figures.

[ Though, it does make him wonder if there’s difference in the result if you favor one over the other. Something to try later. Maybe. Han goes back to concentrating on his spell. The light seems to come back just as bright as before, but equally as volatile as the first time he attempted the spell. ]

There are a few different types of magic. It is easiest for me to use spells, but there are also ruins, potions, and the like.

[Her hand outstretches to create her own light.] This is was the easiest for me to start with. To manipulate the light. Just think about containing it for now.

[Sansa doesn't want to break his attention again though so she works on her own before the light seemingly grows and stretches upward. She's been using it as a shield for the last month or two.]

[ He almost asks if she means containing it or controlling it, but she doesn’t want the spell to burn out again. Instead he thinks about the things that he had to hard for that made him feel good to accomplish — learning how to bypass the ignition lock on a parked landspeeder, palming stolen goods in his hands so that people couldn’t see it, the first time he had made Qi’ra smile — and the light stopped flickering so wildly,

It still lacked the smoothness of Sansa’s light, but it seemed under control in a way that it wasn’t before. Han began to manipulate the light with his gestures from his hands, willing it to brighten when he opened his fist and to dim when he closed his hand, then making it appear to float from the left side to the right side. ]

[He seems to be catching on well enough, at least getting the principles. It’s very basic, but it is exactly how Sansa had started out. She feels a little pride that she knows enough to teach someone else.]

See. You are already doing better. It helps to practice, to see what kind of magic you wish to learn. I am learning mostly defense, though a friend of mine thinks ruins would do well for me. I was never much of a book learner, but I can recite well enough.

[It was expected of a high born lady after all. She knew each of the Great Houses, their families, their words, their lesser houses. If she can learn that, she can learn ruins and spells.]

I dunno, you strike me as someone that’s gonna be good at this magic stuff with enough time.

[ It’s not like he knows her all that well and it’s not like anything scientific went into that guess, but he’s got a feeling about it. She has a presence that seemed a natural fit for authority and power. ]

I suppose I should learn more about the different kinds. Figure out what fits me best.

[Her head dips for a moment, smiling mostly to herself at his compliment. It’s not often she gets them, but she does try.]

I am a slow learner, but I do learn. I know that becoming better at this well protect me and to help in Parliament. There are stronger witches than I, but I hope to represent the mirrorbound.

[It’s a pretty natural fit, too. His guess about her is not wrong.

She lets her hand drop, the light fading.]

Once you learn the feel of magic, it is easier to enchant things and use spells, too. But I would practice first.

Take a seat, and catch your breath [july catch-all]

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