The young elf’s face reddened at her response. Magic was not to be compared to a knife? He didn’t know why such a thing lit a small fire inside of him, but it made him angry to hear her say it. Was it because deep down he knew she was right?
There were dangers that came with magic that a blade simply did not have. He knew that better than anyone else he’d ever met. Even still he hated it when people who weren’t mages wanted to tell him about the dangers of magic as if they could possibly understand. He hated the way people without magic looked upon mages like a pair of scissors.: useful in theory but also dangerous if you chose to run with them.
“And why shouldn’t it be?” Asked Pelle, his tone much sharper than he’d intended. “It might surprise the lot of you that not all mages see their abilities as a weapon! Some of us can’t even use them for such purposes nor did we intend before someone forced our hand.”
He meant no offense to the seeker, none at all. But to have magic be described as a weapon as if that was all there was to it? He was seething from even just the slightest implication.
“My hands are no more of a weapon than yours Seeker. It’s what you do with them that determines that...not magic. Not all mages Cassandra, some us are horrified to even think we are capable of such things. Some of us aren’t capable at all. Some of us can heal, repair wounds and cure ailments most of you haven’t the slightest clue how to fix. If you truly believe that magic is a weapon, i would recommend you open your mind.”