[She regarded his breastplate and, on a whim, holds out her hand to see if he might pass it over to her.]
I am accustomed to power that is more...deeply woven into the world than it is here. There are few who would think to draw up barriers or throw flame in Arda, and fewer still who would do so and expect to triumph over the enchantments I weave.
The very idea of magic [She says the word with no small amount of distaste; it is still far too broad a term for her sensibilities.] as they cast it here? It is strange to me--wasteful and imprecise. I had hoped yours would be more...akin to my own, but I begin to suspect that it is a vain hope and little more.
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[She regarded his breastplate and, on a whim, holds out her hand to see if he might pass it over to her.]
I am accustomed to power that is more...deeply woven into the world than it is here. There are few who would think to draw up barriers or throw flame in Arda, and fewer still who would do so and expect to triumph over the enchantments I weave.
The very idea of magic [She says the word with no small amount of distaste; it is still far too broad a term for her sensibilities.] as they cast it here? It is strange to me--wasteful and imprecise. I had hoped yours would be more...akin to my own, but I begin to suspect that it is a vain hope and little more.