Sometimes it's hard to remember Who: Quen and Conan What: An encounter & a conversation Where: Hellwyrm Hall When: Tuesday afternoon Rating: PG (?) Status: In Progress
It was another beautiful day in the shade surrounding the practice grounds. Quen had wanted to return since Friday, when Storm had brought her out and described what the Holy Knights were doing in their training. Quen had almost been able to tell what was happening on her own—many of the techniques the Holy Knights used were tinged with white magic. It had been fascinating, even without Storm's obvious passion for the class; which had only made the experience that much richer. She'd never thought about the way the Fighters Guild used magic before that day; when she revisited the topic on her own over the weekend, though, it seemed obvious that there was something she could learn from them. Holy Knights and Fell Knights in particular used magic almost as much as any mage.
That was why, on Tuesday afternoon after her two hours in the casting room, Quen found herself perched in a tree overlooking the training grounds at Hellwyrm Hall, one leg hanging over the side of the branch. Quen's eyes were closed in concentration, and she spoke over a memstone, recording notes to review later back at the Tower.
"I'll call them Left and Right for sake of ease," she was saying into the stone. "They have different magical signatures, so I can tell them apart, even if they switch position. They both started by casting Shell and Protect before the spar, so even if they don't use any magical attacks, I can still sense what's going on. Left just hit Right physically, and I could sense the Protect spell push back at the physical damage. But here, the attack that Right just used—I don't know what it's called; it's not one of the ones that the knights used on Friday. It had both a physical element and a magical element to it, so I could sense the strike, and I could also sense when the damage hit against the Shell and Protect spells."
She swung her leg forward and backward over the branch as she spoke, oblivious to anything happening on the ground below the tree where she sat besides the spar between the two Holy Knights.