He's Simon's father, and she likes Simon, and trusts him. But more than that, he's suffering, and she has her duty.
She views him through the staff again, and then nods; casts Esuna. A prism-shape around him flashes with red and blue light, fire and ice weaving together to purify and flush out any abnormalities.
She views him again, and shakes her head, then casts again, sweeping her staff more forcefully through the air. But that's not the way.
She's not going to back down. It's amazing how easy it is to reach out to Ixion's dream, Ixion's raging thunderous heart, here in a building (a world!) of machina. She offers a silent prayer of thanks for Moiraine and Lucy as she focuses that crackling intensity not on summoning the unicorn but on the spell.
And then her prayer is not silent, as she calls out to the Creator as she understands it, in the way she was first taught to cast Esuna:
"Light shine strong--woe be gone!"
The fire flashes around him, but it does not consume anything but what it was called for, what taints and chokes with despair and slow spiritual poison. It flashes out, and then is drawn away in cool and soothing ice.
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:40 am (UTC)He's Simon's father, and she likes Simon, and trusts him. But more than that, he's suffering, and she has her duty.
She views him through the staff again, and then nods; casts Esuna. A prism-shape around him flashes with red and blue light, fire and ice weaving together to purify and flush out any abnormalities.
She views him again, and shakes her head, then casts again, sweeping her staff more forcefully through the air. But that's not the way.
She's not going to back down. It's amazing how easy it is to reach out to Ixion's dream, Ixion's raging thunderous heart, here in a building (a world!) of machina. She offers a silent prayer of thanks for Moiraine and Lucy as she focuses that crackling intensity not on summoning the unicorn but on the spell.
And then her prayer is not silent, as she calls out to the Creator as she understands it, in the way she was first taught to cast Esuna:
"Light shine strong--woe be gone!"
The fire flashes around him, but it does not consume anything but what it was called for, what taints and chokes with despair and slow spiritual poison. It flashes out, and then is drawn away in cool and soothing ice.