#lightcreatorsxfrodo

[moonshinemuses]

@lightcreators​ liked for a starter (Skylar & Frodo)

Skylar held his arm as her hand glowed. She placed it on the wound, her hand feeling a little hot but nothing that would hurt him. She was trying to make sure he wasn’t in anymore pain as she healed the wound. “How do you feel? Worse or better?” She asked, looking up at him and tilting her head, her face soft and curious but a small amount of worry. 

[moonshinemuses]

@lightcreators​ liked for a starter (Avery & Frodo)

The dagger left Avery’s hand quickly, striking the wall that was behind Frodo, landing right next to him. Her other dagger still in her hand and pointed at him. “You need to be more careful around here.” She said, her face seeming angry and serious, before she let out a giggle and lowered her dagger. “Sorry, I couldn’t keep a straight face anymore. I was trying to scare you but honestly I can’t be that intimating. How can I help?” 

[moonshinemuses]

@lightcreators​ liked for a starter (Evelyn & Frodo) 

Evelyn hummed softly as she thought about the person in front of her. She still wasn’t use to others that weren’t clan. But she was curious about him. “So you aren’t a dwarf?” She asked, pushing her hair back, before her hand moved back to the staff next to her. “But you aren’t a half-ling either? I’ve got to admit, I’ve never met someone like you.” She said honestly. “So why don’t you tell me more about you?”

[moonshinemuses]

Continuing from here @lightcreators

Assuredly,  if  inside  an  previous  timeline,  there  was  no  harm  about  showing  complete  confusion  over  something  or  expressing  waves  of  vulnerability  …  afterwards  an  certain  amount  of  time  travelling  with  a  witch  and  gaining  another  one  …  he  emotionally  didn’t  liked  those  moments.  For  his  defense,  he  passed  couple  of  years  inside  an  quiet  anguish,  wondering  how  he  was  even  supposed  to  act  normally,  to  pretending  an  fragment  of  brightness,  when  there  was  that  responsabilities  sense  over  his  shoulders  to  holding  his  entire  universe.  Recollection  of  the  previous  timeline  eaten  by  Chaos,  where  his  universe  had  been  destroyed  in  his  absence,  where  he  lose  even  inside  circumstances  circumstances  of  his  best  friend,  where  darkness  was  laying  around  …  will  never  been  able  to  been  forgotten.  Eventually,  he  would  found  an  answer  about  another  time  ;  another  ancient  timeline  where  removing  Chaos  had  been  inclined  goal  …  Anchored  ambition  was  to  not  let  such  circumstances  happening  again.  Where  he  would  have  to  survive  repeat  on  an  quest  first  —  needed  time  to  pondering  every  future  decision  to  do,  needed  time  emotionally  and  mentally  accepting  kind  of  suffering  he  would  pass  though  …  maybe  if  he  could  gain  some  resistance  over  traumas,  since  he  was  going  to  living  though  another  big  traumatic  circumstance,  and  will  mostly  have  himself  for  overcome  it.  Doing  an  difference  inside  others  worlds,  where  he  hoped  not  feeling  obligated  to  repeat  every  place  they  did  inside  an  previous  timelines  (  though,  he  would  be  inclined  to  did  it  again  ),  would  temporary  heal  his  mind  and  helping  him  understanding  …  Testing  theories  and  possibilities  with  an  chessboard  was  a  nice  thing,  nevertheless,  they  were  abstract  potentialities  of  moves.  Finality  will  remain  decision  taken  during  repeat  of  his  chessboard,  where  that  move  will  not  be  able  to  been  taken  back  once  done.

It  was  an  associated  mental  note  towards  one  he  already  had  :  not  getting  too  close  of  fire  magic  …  Not  like  he  was  going  to  experienced  lava  at  some  point  and  otherwise  nice  feelings,  there  was  still  one  of  his  friends  associated  to  that  element,  having  this  predestination  to  create  disaster  with  that  element  …  Hence,  an  welcoming  laugh  embraced  her  remark.  On  magic,  he  was  still  that  beginner  who  was  searching  not  to  create  damages  with  his  associated  element,  besides  wondering  how  it  was  possible  for  an  Hobbit  like  him  to  have  concrete  magic  —  when  though,  there  was  an  gentle  desire  to  turning  himself  a  little  more  magician  …  It  was  part  of  lessons  with  his  best  friend  he  was  receiving.  Actual  training  could  take  longer  as  he  could  imagining  it  could  take  —  in  all  cases,  his  return  at  home  would  be  waiting  and  pondering  during  many  years  for  finalizing  conquest  of  his  own  chessboard  for  best  ending  possible  …    ❝  Terrible  mistakes  of  a  beginner  not  knowing  how  to  react.    ❞  He  reacted  playfully,  not  desiring  too  much  about  that  detail.  Regardless  a  symbiosis  with  the  wind  …  he  didn’t  know  exactly  how  to  make  it  work,  to  continually  think  metaphorically  and  not  just  physically:  magic  with  a  result  perhaps,  but  also  a  projected  meaning  for  the  observer.  Even  inside  words  where  magic  was  daily,  he  had  this  habit  of  taking  things  as  a  whole:  his  best  friend  could  make  water  appear  with  snap  of  a  finger,  few  times  he  had  actually  seen  his  magic  had  hidden  underlines;  can  be  interpreted.  It  was  hard  to  settle  for  just  physical  magic  after  that,  knowing  he  needed  that  metaphorical  magic,  to  understand  it,  to  possibly  grant  a  tiny  wish  from  him  …  He  wasn’t  even  sure  if  he  could  learn  others  magic  from  another  worlds,  how  far  that  gift  extended  to  him.  Which  inscreased  an  honest  and  innocent  curiousity,  and  natural  admiration  over  others  magicians  he  was  crossing.    ❝  Oh.  A  restorative  spell  that  fixes  from  inside  ?  Interesting.    ❞  His  best  friend  was  an  temporal  error,  so  rarely  helped  about  getting  hurt  when  he  could  cancel  possibility  on  it  —  Concerning  Featherine  …  whatever  the  timelines,  he  didn’t  recall  having  perceiving  that  witch  physically  hurt.  Emotionally  and  mentally  damaged  inside  an  emotional  distance  however,  yes.  Thankfulness  smile  followed  her  note.    ❝  It  must  be  a  birth  power  …a  healing  touch.  I  have  a  few  magician  friends,  so  naturally  I  have  this  curiosity  about  magic.    ❞  He  was  learning  in  the  ground  the  manual  about  How  to  become  a  witch  …  where  sadly,  nothing  was  simple  about  it.  It  wasn’t  like  the  recipes  in  an  old  grimoire  with  very  specific  steps,  it  was  mostly  a  dense  infinite  science.  After  a  small  smile,  and  obedient  with  amusement,  a  resplendent  happiness  appeared.    ❝  I  can  be  glad  you  have  been  around.    ❞  Since  it  will  be  complicated  to  talk  about  it  anyways,  he  decided  gently  to  share.    ❝  One  of  my  friends  has  nightmares  about  burnt  skin,  despite  a  more  or  less  explosive  behavior.  I  would  know  in  the  future  that  it’s  preferable  that  I  stay  away  from  magic  fire  in  general.    ❞  Memory  about  his  parents  death  emerged.

Skylar let out a soft laugh at his retort. “Yes, beginner's mistake.” She agreed with him, teasing and being playful back. Her hands let go of Frodo's arm once she was sure it was going to heal on its own. “Mostly on the inside, though there are surface wounds that are easier to heal.” She told him. “The wounds and such that are harder to heal are when bones are broken. Nothing like hearing a person’s wrist snapping back in place.” She said with a small grimace. “Healing has always just been easier than other magic. I know other spells and am able to produce them, but not as strong as healing. I’ve found it's not easy for others like it is for me as well.” She explained a bit more. 

When she knew Frodo’s arm would move around without pulling the newly formed skin, she smiled a little a bit, but she still listened to what he was saying. “When I was in the Circle, I met many that had gotten burned from fire or had accidentally hurt others because of it. Magic is unpredictable sometimes.” She said, “Especially as a child with no real knowledge on how to handle it. I think it's why I’m thankful for the Circle, even if I did miss my family at the time.” She hummed and looked at him. She could tell there was more to what he was saying, the lost moment in his eyes. She didn't want to press it. As she wouldn't want anyone to press her about her past. It was the one thing she was thankful for about her companions. It wasn't their past that effected their bond. “Does the wound feel better?” She asked.