@prodiigious II continued from here
There was an ugly gash that impugned upon the summoner’s cheek. Leanne only had the chance to garner a cursory glance before a hand rushed to cover it, and yet she still felt startled by its visage. The scar hadn’t looked pleasant, and it seemed to be the cause of Clara’s mounting aggravation. She placed a reassuring hand upon the girl’s shoulder, and she tried to employ a healing galdr to calm her down. Perhaps, a galdr could heal that unsightly scar. She tried to sing, mustering all the power she could in one single cant intended to heal her.
However, she recoiled, for her pure seid magic came into contact with the remnants of dark magic, and the song ended abruptly. A shock ran through Leanne’s body, and then a shudder, and she recoiled.
“What ... what was that? Why is my magic not ...?”
She was speaking in the Ancient Tongue, which would sound like rhythmic, unintelligible hums. Realizing this, Leanne attempted to speak in her broken English.
“I ... I am sorry, I try to help you ... but it worked not. C-Clara ... why that scar? Why is it ... why?”
She was trying to commune why did that scar resist my magic?, but she couldn’t say it. The implications scared her.