[ It is slow. It makes her feel strange — she has power, coming from an old bloodline, and is used to the hum of it in her veins, the thrill when it is on display. Here it's mere sparks when she tries to generate even a small light to walk by, in the night time, and it feels like it's there, but well beyond her reach. ]
It feels far away. [ she admits, then shrugs, ] I thought it was because magic seems hidden in this world.
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[ It is slow. It makes her feel strange — she has power, coming from an old bloodline, and is used to the hum of it in her veins, the thrill when it is on display. Here it's mere sparks when she tries to generate even a small light to walk by, in the night time, and it feels like it's there, but well beyond her reach. ]
It feels far away. [ she admits, then shrugs, ] I thought it was because magic seems hidden in this world.