thebastion | Day 134(+135?)

Who: Tris, Briar, Rosethorn, and EVERYONE IN BASTION. Yes. All of you. Including the dragon. They will find you c:
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Where: All over the bastion. There will be a note on the monument, then Tris/Briar/Rosethorn may just come find your character (If that is all right-)
When: Day 134, (135 if needed-)
What: After the events of that gathering and the arrival of one of their teachers, the Winding Circle mages think everyone needs to meditate. Its a good idea. It will help. Really. And no, they don't plan on giving much of a choice.
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Will edit if any are needed!

It starts with a plate of cookies (The ones Tris pretty much always makes), and a piece of paper stuck out by the monument. The paper shows a figure, with an upset face and leaking lines of some sort, then the figure settled in a circle in what should be a fairly standard meditation seat, then the figure again, although this time with a smile and no leaking lines. Completely clear, right?

It gets a little more vague. This looks like the shape of the Bastion, with a bunch of figures in it. One even looks like a dragon. The figures are all inside a circle right after that. Is that clear? No?

Well, there are three mages looking to talk to the residents of the Bastion today. Tris, Briar, or Rosethorn can explain. And they intend to explain to everyone why its a good idea.

(OOC: You can : Pick a location and a mage (in the headline) if you prefer one, or just a location and whoever is on will jump at you.

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Zelda had been in the hospital since her arrival two days ago, sleeping very frequently and eating very little. She hadn't been injured on the Skyway, but she immediately admitted herself to the hospital to see if the healers could do anything about the green skin and yellow eyes Zelda had awoken with.

They couldn't. It wasn't a disease. As far as the healers could tell, Zelda was perfectly healthy, suffering from nothing more than dehydration and muscle stiffness. But they felt something was still wrong, as did Zelda. She could feel some sort of "wrongness" within her, but could not identify its source. She felt no different than she ever had, except for that nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Although the healers knew that Zelda was physically well enough to leave the hospital, she was still mentally fragile. She slept as much as possible to avoid the knowledge that Hyrule was gone, but it haunted her nightmares anyway. The Calamity had been explained to Zelda, but all she ever saw were Shadow beasts overtaking her castle and consuming the defenseless souls of her people. Awake, Zelda had no appetite and no will to leave her hospital bed. Even grief was beyond her grasp; she was trapped in numb disbelief.

Anyone who could see or sense magic would probably be able to find Zelda pretty quickly. Thanks to the power of her gods existing within her, no doubt Zelda radiated magic like a lighthouse.

Tris was on her way out of the hospital after talking to Rin when a flicker of light from about a doorway half blinds her. That was magical light, not someone's room lighting. Tris rubs her temples for a moment, arranging that part of her power, and squints at the room again.

That light was not silver-white, as Rosethorn would blaze when she used her power, but white-silver, indicating.. well, did they have another great mage here? But it didn't seem like there was a spell going on, so why was the glow so bright? Altering that part of her magic so that it was more like a candle rather than the sun, she stomps over to the door.

Good, its unlocked. She didn't need to pause to unlock it.

"Is there a reason you're radiating magic? Are you trying to blind any mage who can see?" Tris takes in after she starts that she's addressing someone who doesn't exactly look human, but as the weather witch has already talked to dragons, halfdemons, and a youth with blood that talks, the young woman's appearance doesn't get so much as a blink.

The sudden, demanding voice startled Zelda, who had been staring listlessly out the window when Tris barged in. She turned and found an unfamiliar figure glowering at her from the doorway. Even if Zelda had never met any of the healers at the hospital, she would have known instantly that Tris was not one of them. Tris gave off no sense of the calmness and patience Zelda would expect from a healer.

"I beg your pardon?" Zelda's brows furrowed in confusion.

Tris, calm and patient? Not with most people. Maybe here, she ought to be a little more patient than she would be with general people home, with what is explained and has become of said home, but on the other hand...

That sure looked like some sulking to her.

"Your magic. Its a little blinding, and I know it is blinding because I still see a sliver of darkness from barely seeing it through the door." Tris looks the woman over, crossing her arms. And eyebrow goes up. "You can do something about that, can't you?" The tone sounds a little like she's a teacher who isn't sure someone studied.

If there was anything Zelda was radiating, it was sulking. But beyond that, she really didn't understand what this woman was alluding to.

"I apologize," she offered, although she had a feeling an apology wouldn't be enough. "I was not aware that I ... radiate magic." Nor did she understand what exactly 'radiating' magic entailed. "I have never seen magic, save when I am using it."

And even then, she didn't really see it, per say. Her body glowed when she shared her life force to heal someone, but otherwise, she only knew when her magic was working because she could sense it. She knew, with some intangible sixth sense.

And the sulking doesn't help Tris' sharpness. But both eyebrows are up now.

"Then you and I have something to work on." Well, she's going to be sharp in a slightly different way. Not quite as demanding action as before, but more of jabs to get moving on the woman's own. "You can use magic, what do you know about meditation? If your magic is anything remotely similar to mine, the radiating problem can be fixed without much trouble."

The jump from magic to meditation seemed like an illogical one to Zelda and she didn't quite make it.

"I have read a little about meditating to ease the mind," she ventured, hoping that this small knowledge would appease Tris a little. It was amazing how this woman--probably no older than Zelda and certainly no taller in stature--could make the young sovereign feel like an inattentive pupil before a stern tutor. "But I was not aware that there was any connection between meditation and magic."

"Calming the mind is just one effect. For those with magic, you can use meditation to better understand, and ..." She purses her lips, trying to think of a better word. "Contain, or control, or something between both, your power. It will prevent headaches in others, and keep your temper from being anywhere near as sharp as mine."

And spoilers, she meditated already today. "Even if your magic doesn't follow the rules mine does, having a clear, calm mind generally seems to be a benefit when working with magic."

Woe that anyone in Hyrule suffer a temper as sharp as Tris' from their princess. Her kingdom benefited from her naturally even temperament.

But the idea of controlling her magic certainly appealed to Zelda. Although, to be more accurate-- "This magic is ... not mine, exactly. Its source is an ancient relic created by the gods. I do not control it so much as ... borrow its power, I suppose you would say."

The Triforce didn't exactly act within the expected parameters of magic in Hyrule, and explaining that was more difficult than Zelda had anticipated. She had not taken the Triforce's power; it had selected her and granted her its gift. She was not its owner so much as its vessel. For once, Zelda felt a bit intimidated by the magic she had carried all her life.

No, that would be a problem. Tris is a fairly good teacher, and an amazing haggler, but she would never have the patience to manage a large group of people.

She is silent for a moment, tapping her arm as she thinks through what she was just told. "Well, to me, that sounds like you either need to talk to my brother, Briar, about how he manages the power his miniature tree gives him, or you have a good step. When you accept this power - or perhaps, when you first accepted this power - did you think of holding it the way that... you would hold a a physical representation of this power? Did you think of it like you had a bowl, and its power is now there?"

Zelda, you are getting a first lesson right now.

Zelda shook her head, brows furrowed in concentration. "No, I have never considered it that way."

And it's strange to consider, really. The Triforce is an object of limitless power, and Zelda could only imagine it spilling continuously over the edges of a bowl.

"I do not recall when I first received its power," she admitted. "It has been with me as long as I have borne the mark of the gods." She removed one of her gloves and displayed for Tris the Triforce mark on the back of her right hand. Black veins snaked menacingly around it.

Day 134(+135?) | Dry Lightning

hospital - anyone<3

SORRY ABOUT THE SUPER LATE (kick to the butt via tris-)

not a problem~ i love to backtag

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