Something is calling to Tris. It started through the open window of her healer's room when she arrived in this strange place. She'd pushed herself getting over the border and she'd paid for it in rest after that nasty curse from Ishabal. She had kind of hoped the woman would stick around against her sibling's warning that Tris never wanted to see her again. Still, revenge was a bad way to live. She knew that. It only beget more revenge.
And now, this place with strange magics that were science not magic, more like the crafts of master handiworkers than mages. There was magic here too, though. She could see it. In some of the people, but on the wind, in sigils and other tokens of spell craft as she scried. She could hear talk of it in snatches, but nothing concrete, no way to figure out if this place had a Living Circle Temple or ambient mages. She'd have to be careful and keep her medallion tucked within her dress.
First things first, she needed to find out what was trying to summon her. She didn't hold with gods as much as Daja or Briar, but she'd seen enough in the weather and of her own siblings to know not to count them out and to respect them. Briar and Rosethorn would strangle her with a vine if she was ignoring a summons from the Mila of the Grain, and even Frostpine would be disappointed if she turned her back on Hakkoi the Smith.
So, Tris sets out carefully to the city wall, and just barely beyond it, shielding herself with a ring of magic and sitting on a convenient piece of rock before reaching out for the source of the disturbance. Unless you break a piece of magic, you won't be able to get within five feet of her, but you can call to her and she might pay attention to you.
Monster Miscalculation:
There's poison in the ground, and someone has got to clear it away before it starts causing problems. This doesn't look like it's a crop growing area, but it could just be that these fields are in fallow for the year. Still, with her powers and the scrap of Briar's she still had within her magic, clearing the poison out of the ground is something Tris can work on. She settles in and reaches into the earth beneath her, down, down, down, for the molten core, the heat and energy to burn out the whatever has contaminated the earth.
She draws it like Sandry would a thread, or like Daja would a wire up towards her and begins to use the heat like a wand to melt the ground and erase the contaminant. Unfortunately, during this highly concentrated process, her eyes are closed, and she cannot see the vines creeping towards her ankles.
Wild card:
No chocobos for Tris, but if you'd like prompt iv, friendr, another situation, even a different version of one of the two above, or just more information about Tris please feel free to pm me at this journal, or ping me dangerouspasttime . I'll match prose or brackets!
Trisana Chandler // Circle Universe Books by Tamora Pierce // ota
Something is calling to Tris. It started through the open window of her healer's room when she arrived in this strange place. She'd pushed herself getting over the border and she'd paid for it in rest after that nasty curse from Ishabal. She had kind of hoped the woman would stick around against her sibling's warning that Tris never wanted to see her again. Still, revenge was a bad way to live. She knew that. It only beget more revenge.
And now, this place with strange magics that were science not magic, more like the crafts of master handiworkers than mages. There was magic here too, though. She could see it. In some of the people, but on the wind, in sigils and other tokens of spell craft as she scried. She could hear talk of it in snatches, but nothing concrete, no way to figure out if this place had a Living Circle Temple or ambient mages. She'd have to be careful and keep her medallion tucked within her dress.
First things first, she needed to find out what was trying to summon her. She didn't hold with gods as much as Daja or Briar, but she'd seen enough in the weather and of her own siblings to know not to count them out and to respect them. Briar and Rosethorn would strangle her with a vine if she was ignoring a summons from the Mila of the Grain, and even Frostpine would be disappointed if she turned her back on Hakkoi the Smith.
So, Tris sets out carefully to the city wall, and just barely beyond it, shielding herself with a ring of magic and sitting on a convenient piece of rock before reaching out for the source of the disturbance. Unless you break a piece of magic, you won't be able to get within five feet of her, but you can call to her and she might pay attention to you.
Monster Miscalculation:
There's poison in the ground, and someone has got to clear it away before it starts causing problems. This doesn't look like it's a crop growing area, but it could just be that these fields are in fallow for the year. Still, with her powers and the scrap of Briar's she still had within her magic, clearing the poison out of the ground is something Tris can work on. She settles in and reaches into the earth beneath her, down, down, down, for the molten core, the heat and energy to burn out the whatever has contaminated the earth.
She draws it like Sandry would a thread, or like Daja would a wire up towards her and begins to use the heat like a wand to melt the ground and erase the contaminant. Unfortunately, during this highly concentrated process, her eyes are closed, and she cannot see the vines creeping towards her ankles.
Wild card:
No chocobos for Tris, but if you'd like prompt iv, friendr, another situation, even a different version of one of the two above, or just more information about Tris please feel free to pm me at this journal, or ping me