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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1h/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 06:53 am (UTC)(link)The next morning, Olria emerged from her room after only two hours of sleep. She went to the servant’s hall and inhaled a hasty breakfast. She found Farengar already deep in his studies at his desk. “Sir,” she caught his attention. “I was hoping I could try the healing spell a second time.”
The man set down his heavy text. His eyebrows drew in. “So soon?” he asked. With a shrug, he stood and walked around the side of the desk. “As you will,” he said, holding out one hand.
Olria clasped it. His hand was warm and soft, as only a mage’s or nobleman’s could be. She tried to ignore the fact that it was Farengar’s hand. It was easier to imagine she held her brother’s hand instead. That was someone she would do anything to heal, now that she knew she possessed the power.
The woman closed her eyes and concentrated, drawing her magicka to pool beneath the skin of her palms. Try as she might, she could not force the power to cross the barrier from her body to his. After a quarter hour, she drew away with embarrassment. “Sorry for wasting your time,” she mumbled. “I don’t understand why it won’t work.”
“The power will come with practice. Why not find one of the servants to practice on?”
That was one option, but Olria wasn’t someone to give up so easily. Not with this new challenge that had presented itself. She frowned at the man. “Are you sure this is the right spell to heal someone else?” she asked, accusingly.
Farengar blinked at her. His eyes narrowed. “Of course. Do not be ridiculous.”
“I don’t believe it,” Olria said. Every other spell, even those she’d hated, she’d been able to perform after six to eight hours of study during the night. She may have been a walking zombie, but at least this walking zombie could cast Flames and Sparks from her fingertips.
Farengar sighed. He reached out and took one of her hands in an iron grip. His eyes locked with hers. “I will prove it to you,” he said. After a moment, heat blossomed where their hands connected. Olria felt the tell-tale signature of the Healing spell. His magicka flowed into her hand and down her arm. Both of them glowed, throwing strange shadows at the walls.
She gasped at the sensation and yanked her hand away. The spell fizzled out. Olria’s entire body felt warm and tingly. It was not an altogether unpleasant feeling. Perhaps that was why it alarmed her.
Farengar cleared his throat. “There, see?” he said, arching one eyebrow. “Keep in mind that, without any injuries to target, the magic has nowhere to go. The sensation will fade in a few minutes.”
Olria considered this for a time. “Fine,” she said, grudgingly. “I will practice the spell more.”
“Good.” Farengar turned away, moving back to his desk.
“Wait,” Olria said. “Maybe… could you teach me a second restoration spell?”
Farengar turned around, considering. She saw his eyes dart to the side, examining the large bookshelf of spelltomes. Olria groaned inwardly, but his next words surprised her. “I suppose any decent mage needs to know a warding spell,” he allowed. “Here, I will teach it to you.”
Having the court wizard guide her through the process of casting and powering up a ward expedited the learning process immensely. Through touching his hands, Olria could feel how his magicka flowed beneath his skin and was able to duplicate the spell. In under an hour, she could cast a clear barrier in front of her body. The power the spell consumed exhausted her. Farengar assured her that, with practice, the spell would become easier to sustain.
And practice she would, Olria decided. She’d practice warding and healing until she’d perfected them, even if it would kill her. Because this – this was what she wanted to do.
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Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1h/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)OP offers to the A!A all of the fresh foods and drinks on the blanket, along with the contract. OP bows deeply at the A!A's feet.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1h/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)There is nothing I don't love about this fic.