As her hair blew in the vortex, Ève listened in quiet and attentive fashion as the elf examined and judged her performance. His criticisms were certainly legitimate, but she could not help but to feel a little anxiety as he made his observations and remarks. Her dancing style had always been more oriented towards deliberate grace, rather than speed and agility. It was inevitable that her dancing style bled over into the manner in which she practiced magic. Even with a slow and graceful dancing style, Ève knew that she could be faster and more efficient in her spell casting. It was only a matter of time and practice.
However, the elf’s last words gave her a wholly new perspective.
He was right, wasn’t he?
Indeed, she had been using dance as a crutch in order to assist her in casting traditional spells. After all, she had done exactly that back at the college, out of necessity. She had been completely unable to cast magic without dance, The examinations at the college could only be passed through casting traditional magic. Nontraditional forms of magic were deemed to be unacceptable, and from the words of the more anxious professors, led to things such as necromancy and other “dark” forms of magic. As such, those were the styles that she had learned and dance had been her crutch.
“I agree with your assessment, sir.” Ève responded quietly. “I admit, I feel somewhat...daunted by the prospect of reexamining my technique, but you’ve gave me a...revelation of sorts.” She concluded in a mild tone. “Thank you sir.”
However, the elf’s last words gave her a wholly new perspective.
He was right, wasn’t he?
Indeed, she had been using dance as a crutch in order to assist her in casting traditional spells. After all, she had done exactly that back at the college, out of necessity. She had been completely unable to cast magic without dance, The examinations at the college could only be passed through casting traditional magic. Nontraditional forms of magic were deemed to be unacceptable, and from the words of the more anxious professors, led to things such as necromancy and other “dark” forms of magic. As such, those were the styles that she had learned and dance had been her crutch.
“I agree with your assessment, sir.” Ève responded quietly. “I admit, I feel somewhat...daunted by the prospect of reexamining my technique, but you’ve gave me a...revelation of sorts.” She concluded in a mild tone. “Thank you sir.”
