romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell (open)

[lancifolium]

WHO: Lily Evans & You if you like, along with some planned closed prompts
WHEN: After the dust settles.
WHERE: Both in and outside of Taravast.
WHAT: Smuggling Attaryl bodies and giving them proper graves.
WARNINGS: Mentions of death and dead bodies, will add more as needed.



Prompts in comments. I'm very here to begin some new threads feel free to reach out via pm or on the discord server if you'd like to do something.

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[cairhien]

"Moiraine."

It takes one more weave until she stops, the grave seeming deep enough, Moiraine turning properly to Lily now.

"And I'm not. I came through the beacon."

She still doesn't know how, she hadn't been near one but maybe something had happened as she'd been resting.

[lancifolium]

"Brilliant," Lily muttered under her breath, watching her new acquaintance finish the grave she'd started.

"Through the Beacon?" Whether she meant to or not, she made a face. That thing had been the source of a fair few headaches.

"I'm sorry, that must have been very jarring for you." If it had been anything like her arrival into this world, Lily could imagine the ordeal had been harrowing. Not wanting to pry she looked from the grave to the strange woman and back again before nodding with appreciation. "Thank you for helping me. Do you think you could do a few more? There are still quite a few that need to be buried."

[cairhien]

She offers a smile, not confirming nor denying what her experience had been like but Lily's right -- it had been jarring if that word does the experience justice at all (it doesn't).

"Let's see what we can do."

Though Moiraine knows from the grave that they've already done that they'll be able to. Which is why once they've stepped on a little further she'll let Lily start it off again before continuing the weaves she'd started.

"I've never seen anyone use their power like you before."

She has yet to fully grasp or know the "from different worlds" aspect of the situation.

[lancifolium]

Her wand being met with a little puzzlement wasn't anything new, and she gave Moiraine a good-natured smile, looking towards the grave the other woman had managed to clear in such a short time.

"That makes two of us. Are you a witch?" To Lily's understanding while it was a standard word for her, to some it was nearly derogatory. Hopefully, the question would be taken in the conversational, non-accusatory spirit it was intended. It was clear this woman knew some sort of magic, and she couldn't help but be curious.

"Have you met any other of our little group of outsiders yet?" She asked before lifting her wand to split the earth of the next gravesite.

[cairhien]

"Aes Sedai." Though some would call her a witch, Moiraine had even used the term when hiding from the Whitecloaks. At least it was familiar enough. "It's the name given to those that are trained in channelling." Over those that took control of it themselves, refused to become a sister or go to Tar Valon.

"I've met some, not many yet. Truthfully I don't know who is from Taravast and who was also brought here like I was."

Like Lily also seemed to be.

[lancifolium]

"Channelling?" The concept is intriguing, as all the new paths of magic Lily's discovered from questioning the others are.

"There's a good few of us who were pulled here," she sounded calm but she still frowned at the thought. "If you need a hand adjusting to it all I'm more than happy to help however I can."

[cairhien]

"Thank you."

She offers another small smile, explaining as she weaves.

"When someone is able to touch the Source, to use the One Power we refer to it as channelling the power. Most aren't able to touch the Source, to draw from it."

If that helps explain it at all. In every other world what Moiraine could do would just be known as magic.

[lancifolium]

Had she not already encountered a multitude of different magical schools, each with their own way of thinking and approach to magic itself, Moiraine's answer might have been more bewildering than it was intriguing. About a hundred questions bubbled up in the forefront of her mind, and she needed to stop herself from asking them all.

"Everyone who can channel the power is connected to the same source then? That's a rather interesting thought. Where I come from one is regarded as their own source." She made a mental note to ask her cultivator friends if it was the same for them.

"I suppose this is one of the few small nice parts of being in this situation, I've learned just how full of different magic the universe is."

[cairhien]

She doesn't correct Lily that there are two halves of the power, particularly not when there are no male channellers (or shouldn't be), not when both halves come from the same Source really, nodding instead.

"We direct it rather than create it. It flows through us as a river flows through any tool."

She's compared it to many things over her time but it all amounts to the same thing.

"I suppose I've never had cause to consider that it could be any different."

[lancifolium]

Considering her wand as Moiraine spoke, Lily rolled it between her fingers with a thoughtful nod.

"It's very strange. This place has its own magic, and then some of us who have been brought here have magic of our own. So much of what's practiced here is dark beyond anything I know of back home."

Cocking her head towards the neat line of wooden boxes she sighs. "They were part of a sect of witches that had served this city for centuries. Illusionists."

[cairhien]

"They protected it with what they could do?"

She assumes that their illusions could hide the city or make it appear different when it was necessary, that it could be a defence.