"It's mana," Miridia hummed as she closed her eyes, letting herself fall into a half awake mediation. Her hand when pulled out was not wet and for a moment the whisps of smoke followed her finger tips as if reaching out to pull her back.
Lyric smiled at the two before looking over to see her other children playing with their paints.
She then turned her attention to the fighting men, "can you hold her for a second darcel? I need to do something".
Lyric smiled at the two before looking over to see her other children playing with their paints.
She then turned her attention to the fighting men, "can you hold her for a second darcel? I need to do something".