Pel's braids are pinned into a spiral bun, completely and fully out of the way so all her efforts go undistracted. She wears trousers and a short tunic and bears her staff only. The baby is with Cyril. Everything is taken care of.
Working the magic from Sina is like controlling the flow of a stream of water, bending it, working it into eddies, and sending each toward a place in need of it. It feels every bit as natural as spinning fibers into yarn and twine, both magic and hearthcraft things she learned almost since she could walk and talk. The magic pouring from Sina is great, a flood Pel never could have hoped to create herself, but she feeds it, another source in this great river of life-magic. Sina herself is the river and the land that cradles it. The Chantry fears that mages can cause unimaginable death with their powers; they should fear as much the terrible power mages have over life. Feeding, planting, growing, thriving. Whole civilizations rise and fall based on the fertility of their soil. That is the true power of a mage; not mass death, but limitless life.
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Working the magic from Sina is like controlling the flow of a stream of water, bending it, working it into eddies, and sending each toward a place in need of it. It feels every bit as natural as spinning fibers into yarn and twine, both magic and hearthcraft things she learned almost since she could walk and talk. The magic pouring from Sina is great, a flood Pel never could have hoped to create herself, but she feeds it, another source in this great river of life-magic. Sina herself is the river and the land that cradles it. The Chantry fears that mages can cause unimaginable death with their powers; they should fear as much the terrible power mages have over life. Feeding, planting, growing, thriving. Whole civilizations rise and fall based on the fertility of their soil. That is the true power of a mage; not mass death, but limitless life.