She arches a brow at him in mild amusement, though she continues to listen. It isn't the first time this lesson is imparted to her. Wrath once said mortals live by archaic notions of light and dark. Celestia, too, suggested there is a hero and a villain in them all. Nonna raised her as a light witch, but Emilia does know now magic is a neutral force, determined by their intentions. "As above, so below," she tells Wei Wuxian in agreement.
Balance.
Destruction and creation are ever present themes in her life, in her power so rooted in nature. Emilia turns her hand over to summon a frangipani blossom. The control she's been learning keeps the flames back, though the petals do glow with a bit of moonshine. The blossom hovers above her palm, and she stretches it out toward him in offer. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again after some prolonged silence. "You seem tired, Wei Wuxian."
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She arches a brow at him in mild amusement, though she continues to listen. It isn't the first time this lesson is imparted to her. Wrath once said mortals live by archaic notions of light and dark. Celestia, too, suggested there is a hero and a villain in them all. Nonna raised her as a light witch, but Emilia does know now magic is a neutral force, determined by their intentions. "As above, so below," she tells Wei Wuxian in agreement.
Balance.
Destruction and creation are ever present themes in her life, in her power so rooted in nature. Emilia turns her hand over to summon a frangipani blossom. The control she's been learning keeps the flames back, though the petals do glow with a bit of moonshine. The blossom hovers above her palm, and she stretches it out toward him in offer. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again after some prolonged silence. "You seem tired, Wei Wuxian."
The kind of tired that reaches the bone.