[OPENING] magical training log

[spellslash]

Who: Brie, whichever newbies want to show up.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 4
Open/Closed: OTA

[It's about noon on the island, based on the position of the sun. The newbies have had a few days to settle in, but that doesn't mean they've fully mastered their newfound abilities.

As much stock as Genette puts into telepathy, Brie is more concerned about their other newfound gifts. She's aggressively tried to wrangle as many newbies as possible onto the sandy shores of the beachfront area for some magic practice.

She's got a list of everyone's magic -- only a few vague notes, limitations are for you to discover -- and she's handing out missions for magic training. If you want to participate? Feel free. If you don't? Suit yourself.

But understanding your magic isn't just an activity that benefits the group. Learning your magic's abilities may be what stands between you and survival, which is something she makes perfectly clear.]

Comments

[oneandmikleonly]

You think I want to be cleaning more of it off myself? Don't worry so much!

[he does seem to be going in more carefully after that, though. the brightly-painted little buildings draw closer, and so does the ground . . .]

[teratias]

I'm not worrying--!!!

[Waver restrains the desire to scream, just barely, his eyes locked on the ground even though he knows better.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[Mikleo can hear Waver's nerves and does his absolute best to land gently; it is still a bit of a jarring thump, though the sand absorbs the brunt of the shock, but neither of them is suddenly buried in sand. (well, Mikleo's feet are, but that's neither here nor there)]

Ha! It worked!

[okay, that's less reassuring...but it did work! hooray!]

[teratias]

...It did!

[Waver doesn't quite flop over off of Mikleo, but he does sort of...slide down, at a weird angle, landing in the sand. That was a first, and more than slightly unnerving, if not incredibly awesome as well.]

That was a pretty good first landing!

[oneandmikleonly]

Whew! Hey...

[headbutts Waver's shoulder gently once he's safely all the way to the ground]

Thanks for flying with me.

[teratias]

[Waver pauses, then leans over so he can gingerly pat Mikleo's snoot.]

Thanks for not dropping me.